CALL ME SNAKE

A friend, who’s a professor at an area university, encouraged me to apply for a job that I’m unqualified for (and probably don’t even want). She told me to send her my resume, and she’d then get it to the right people in her department. Since it was easy to send the email, I did so, not having any idea whether the job made sense for me. She told me my resume looked OK but could be spiffed up substantially. And she took it upon herself to show me exactly how it could be improved. I spent a good chunk of time yesterday working on it and she diligently edited each round. Nothing may come of that job, but at least I’ve now got a resume that makes my paltry accomplishments look somewhat more impressive.