I was updating my CV today: an interesting experience that entails, essentially, writing an identity statement. I was proud to be the person described by the previous version, but I suspect that what it says is simply not polarized in the same direction as the filter applied by the agencies through whose web-sites I have been applying. In addressing this, I have created a new identity.
I have had some help from an ex-colleague who is so successful that he has not applied for a job for several years; agencies send him work. Mostly his suggestions were great but sometimes they really stung me. Thinking about why this is, I realised that he was proposing changes to my expression of my own identity that I did not feel comfortable with. Though those changes might make my CV more attractive for certain jobs, I didn’t feel that those were not jobs I would want to do.
“I once heard that the reason we get paid is to do jobs we don’t really want to do”, said my friend.
Last weekend I went to see Prince at the O2. I’ve managed to grow up without knowing much about him, when I was a kid he was just some little pooftah playing music I didn’t understand. I knew enough, however, to expect a good show and, besides, it was Nic and her sister who got the tickets, together with her sister’s boyfriend, who all seem to be fans. And it was great: great show, great showmanship, great songs (including a cover of Wild Cherry’s Play That Funky Music White Boy) expertly performed and a lovely friendly and mixed crowd (got snogged by the woman in the seat behind me!).
Having never paid much attention to The Artsit, I got to asking: Who is he? And where did he come from?
Wikipedia to the rescue…
I’m sitting on the Eurostar; late at Waterloo. It’s a shame we’re late but that’s not what’s annoying me to the extent that I am prepared to whip out my laptop and write this entry.
Cristina, who gave me this, left the office last year, but there are still some cartoons on the wall behind where Franck now sits. This morning I had a look at them and this one leaped out at me:
I’ve given my notice here and come September I will be back in London so I’m already looking for some work. And I know what I want to do…