Well...

[wolfwings]

...I'm now the owner of a white 2001 Ford Escort.

Formerly a Fleet Vehicle for Warner Brothers.

With a rebuilt engine my mechanic did less than 2000 miles ago.

For $1700.

SCORE!

Now to go get a job. Just need to fraggin' write a resume. Always has been my largest obstacle, my second being trying to unwrap my job history since I've worked such a strange and wide variety of jobs over the years.

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Re: Unfortunately...

[wolfwings.livejournal.com]

The problem is, I don't have that driving desire at the tail-end of that example mission statement. I don't care if a company is growing, shrinking, transforming, or any other descriptive word. I care if they can pay me to work for them. It's not that I'm mercenary, but I honestly don't care about advancement, only doing a good job wherever I get hired, for whatever I get hired for.

I wish I had 'career goals' but I've simply never had any. I want to work, and as a side-effect I learn a lot of different skills. I know what things I'm particularly skilled at and/or able to pick up at the drop of a hat, but I simply do not have any powerfully strong need, or wind or even star to steer my course by. I dearly wish I did, but strong drive seems to be one of the things I am most sorely lacking.

Hell, my longest single employment that is in many ways my most theoretically valuable position, working for Mark, has never had any kind of official name given to my role. Most of my jobs have been like that, even high-tech ones, I've had more experience driving than I've had in a titled position, and the 18 months I was a security guard more than doubled the amount of time I've held a position with an title of any sort.

Re: Unfortunately...

[wolfwings.livejournal.com]

I am reading through that site you linked to though, this isn't trying to be a complete 'blow off' but (as usual) I honestly can't seem to make any progress because I simply can't map "normal" resumes to the situations I have to document, without it degenerating into some kind of diary-like structure or one that rings every single snake-oil alarm in my head so I discard as worthless and try again.