{"id":39930,"date":"2005-10-03T12:00:25","date_gmt":"2005-10-03T17:00:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=39930"},"modified":"2013-11-19T18:06:12","modified_gmt":"2013-11-20T00:06:12","slug":"it-was-twenty-years-ago-today-part-iii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shotinthedark.info\/wp\/?p=39930","title":{"rendered":"It Was Twenty Years Ago Today, Part III"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was a little afternoon on Wednesday, October 3, 1985. I drove up to my old college &#8211; where I&#8217;d graduated about five months earlier &#8211; and saw the &#8220;career counselor&#8221;, Mrs. Gump (the name has been changed, not so much to protect her identity as because I&#8217;ve completely forgotten it).<\/p>\n<p>Mrs. Gump was a flinty, late fortyish woman who had a reputation as a businesswoman; she&#8217;d worked for several years for a regional clothing chain based in Fargo. She was working at the college part-time, after having moved to Jamestown to&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;well, that part of the story was a little fuzzy.<\/p>\n<p><a name=\"more\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p>But I went in feeling very confident; while I didn&#8217;t have a <em>lot<\/em> of work experience (a couple years at three radio stations, three years as a stagehand at the college theater, two years as a computer tutor, two more as a remedial english tutor, and a bunch of odd jobs), I at least knew how to write. If nothing else, I figured I could write a pretty mean resume.<\/p>\n<p>The woman tore my typewritten rough draft to shreds. The red ink on my draft resume looked like the Valentine&#8217;s Day Massacre. Worse, I made the mistake &#8211; according to Mrs. Gump &#8211; of writing in fairly natural English. Her suggested rewrites&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;sounded like something out of a nineteenth century broadsheet. Lots of passive tense, lots of referring to myself in the third person (&#8220;Mr. Berg is considered an excellent&#8230;&#8221;), lots of superlatives that, in her examples, seemed to dangle in sentences for no more reason than, say, Kevin Federline&#8217;s existence (&#8220;Excellent references available upon request&#8221;) &#8211; the sort of stuff that made my news-writing head spin.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The people you&#8217;re writing to aren&#8217;t news people. They&#8217;re business people. They write and read different&#8221;, said Mrs. Gump.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;<em>Like what? Like extras in a community theatre melodrama<\/em>?&#8221; I silently wondered.<\/p>\n<p>So I rewrote my resume. She gave it her stamp of approval, and I walked down to the local printer to get them photocopied on heavyweight paper (&#8220;<em>Absolutely<\/em> vital!&#8221;, said Mrs. Gump. &#8220;If you don&#8217;t use 60-pound ivory-laid paper, you&#8217;ll never even get an interview!&#8221;) at about a hard-earned buck a pop.<\/p>\n<p>And I looked at them, when they came back the next day (!) and thought &#8220;<em>I&#8217;m a fine candidate for a Horace Greeley review, anyway&#8230;<\/em>&#8220;. And I rewrote my resume in regular English, just to be safe&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was a little afternoon on Wednesday, October 3, 1985. I drove up to my old college &#8211; where I&#8217;d graduated about five months earlier &#8211; and saw the &#8220;career counselor&#8221;, Mrs. Gump (the name has been changed, not so much to protect her identity as because I&#8217;ve completely forgotten it). 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