I wanna talk about me

I wanna talk about me

Wanna talk about I

Wanna talk about number one

Oh my me my

What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see

I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally

I wanna talk about me (me, me, me,-background singers)

I wanna talk about me (me, me, me,-background singers)

No!  I don’t!  Not anymore, really.

My consulting contract is coming to an end so I am hot and heavy looking for my next “opportunity.”  The resume has been updated, uploaded and activated on the appropriate job boards. 

The e-mails have been flooding in, even for positions I’m not remotely qualified or are much too far away to even consider.  Come on, people, look at a map!  Just because the job is in the same state doesn’t mean I would want to do drive 120 or 200 miles every day, one way.  And, no, I don’t want to relocate for a job that will only last 18 months.

Then there are the phone calls.  Are you looking for a new job?  No, I just put my resume online because I’m lonely and want to talk to someone.  Tell me about yourself?  I was born a poor black boy in Appalachia and through the wonders of modern medicine. . . . What is your current position?  Umm?  Sitting.  Oh, you mean job!  Didn’t you read the resume you said you found online?

Once we’ve gotten past all those preliminary questions we move on to the interview.  I’m finding there to be a broad range of interviewing styles and manners.  One place made a decision based on a 15 minute phone conversation.  And, on the opposite extreme, I spent a glorious four hours (yep, your read that right - four HOURS) talking about yours truly earlier this week.  The most fun, though, was the Skype interview last night where my video went out so they could see me but I couldn’t see them.  That was a little disconcerting!

With any luck this will be over soon.  Or maybe I’ll go buy a lottery ticket.

AMDG