I’m sure none of you have ever been **righteously** angry or hurt because you feel like someone did you wrong.
(I really don’t do sarcasm well!)
OF COURSE we ALL have had this happen!
The last time it happened to me, I wrote about it in this post. You don’t have to go there – I’ll explain here (briefly, I promise!).
An acquaintance of my husband works for an employment center (he interviewed her for a story). She offered to look at my resume and help me in any way she could to find a job.
We had a brief exchange over email where she told me the problem wasn’t me, it was my resume. She was going to check with her team and get back to me.
I sincerely thanked her for her input, as I knew my resume had issues. Ever since I moved to Canada, it has been a thorn in my side, what-with my career experience and education being in California – years ago!
Long story short, she never got back to me.
As I so often do, I got butt-hurt and figured I was ghosted because I was too far-gone.
I listened to her wise advice – because I knew in my heart it was true – and totally changed up my resume.
I sent it out to four prospects and as you know, one of them called and I got the job.
Last night, I was writing to each of my references to thank them for their kindness and to let them know I got the job.
Something was niggling in the back of my mind.
What was it? It was driving me batty.
Then, I realized what it was I needed to do!
The woman who gave me the advice about my resume needed a note, too. This is what I wrote:
I went to my husband and said, “You know, I thought about [name] and realized she did far more than ignore me. She gave me the push I needed to create a new resume, which in turn, helped me get a job, which was the point, wasn’t it?”
He said, “Yep!”
So, I read him the email I sent and he appreciated it for a couple of reasons, not the least of which is that it makes his continued professional relationship with her more comfortable.
Understand, he hadn’t *said anything* about it… but I kinda felt it, in my gut. You know?
I woke up to this response from her:
This morning, I looked up her title before coming here to write about it. Peeps, she is the President of the company! I hadn’t known… and it put a whole ‘nuther spin on the entire situation. I’d already reframed what had happened, which prompted my writing her last night, but her title gave me an additional little whomp on the noggin’!
- She was offering to help me simply because she respects my husband. She didn’t know me from Adam.
- With pandemic-unemployment subsidies ending, she was probably buried under work.
- She was taking time out of her understandably busy schedule to assist me.
- I was not paying for nor under any gov’t subsidy that would pay her company. She was helping out of the goodness of her heart.
- She told me up front what the most pressing issue was – My resume.
In choosing to take her advice without follow up, I TOOK RESPONSIBILITY for my OWN employment search and life!
I am not sharing this to say, “Yay, me!” (although, okay, maybe a *little* yay is in order).
I am sharing this to REMIND YOU…
YOU ARE THE PERSON RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR LIFE!
I think that’s a pretty self-help-y advice. Don’t you?