The Evils of the CV

I wrote quite a long post about my hatred for the CV at the beginning of the year, so I thought it might be apt to end the year with another, less angry rant on the same subject.

For the past couple of months, I've been working on my CV occasionally.

It probably amounts to quite a few hours of formatting and editing the bastard.

I'll point out that it continues to not work, in that it has so far not led to me getting an interview.

Obviously this has caused me some great frustration, but in some ways it has also renewed my desire to constantly work on my CV until it is so edited that the paper its printed on will be sucked violently into a quantum sized black hole.

This is mainly because I realise that if the CV isn't getting me an interview then I need to continue to work on the fucking thing until it eventually does.

And if I happen to be at retirement age when I'm finally offered a position at Gregg's as a till operator then it'll all be worth it.

Well, it won't really, but at least it gives me something to do.