I feel virtuous. I RAN to my polling place this morning and voted and then ran home. I exercised my rights as a citizen of this country while exercising. (John did, too.) I am proudly wearing my “I voted” sticker, which has so far managed to stay stuck to my sweater, so EVERYONE knows how citizenly and more-civic-minded-than-thou I feel today.
And with that, I think my period of insufferableness (insufferability?) needs to end. I’m tired, and I’d like to take a nap.
Roxy is gazing at me sleepily (and adorably) from a square of sunlight on the floor in the other room. That sentence reminds me of an exercise we had to do in Language Arts class in middle school. I think we had to write a poem describing…something…using a ton of prepositions. My friend Nicola’s was the best. It went something like this:
To the house
In the front door
Up the stairs
Down the hallway
Through the door
On the toilet
Something like that. We thought it was awesome that she wrote a poem about peeing and got an A. Mine might have been (hypothetical) directions to my (imaginary, totally made up on the spot) secret place. Kind of an over the river and through the woods kind of thing. (I was not the most original child.)
When it’s sunny. I like the color of the sky. And the leaves. And we’ve had so much rain that the grass is still green everywhere. I should take a picture.
Taken from my car window on the way home from work. I could crop the road out, but you get the idea.
Enough with the pretty – prepare for meanness ahead.
Here’s a tip you’ve heard a million times, but it’s important: If you want a job, PROOFREAD YOUR RESUME. I read a pretty bad one recently. If you’re not very good with that sort of thing, find a friend who is. I don’t have high expectations for this person because she apparently can’t punctuate her way out of kindergarten. Oh, let’s be generous. Elementary school. Also, she listed “Blackberry (Curve)” as one of her skills. I don’t even know what that means. Maybe she can program for that platform? Impressive! Then say so. She’s not a programmer, though, unless she REALLY doesn’t know how to present herself in her resume, so I’m assuming she means she knows how to use a Blackberry. That’s not a skill. My 6-year-old niece can find her way around a smart phone.
I’m not trying to say that I punctuate everything correctly all the time. (For instance, is it resume, resumé, or résumé? Does the accent depend on something or are there just multiple acceptable forms?) I do, however, tailor my writing style to my audience, and my resumé (I like this one best) is flawless. (I know. Arrogant, much?) It might not get me hired, but it won’t get me dismissed out of hand. Grammar is important, people!
Now, watch me post this with some hugely embarrassing typo I didn’t notice.