Last week I walked along my favorite morning route, down the hill lined with charming cottages to the beach road, then along the winding road above the white sand and glistening waves of the Carmel Bay. The packed dirt path meanders around Cypress trees and occasional, twisting staircases work their way down to the famous dog beach. I love this walk!
Start to finish it’s about two and a half miles. About half way along the walk, I nearly always stop at a quaint wooden bench that overlooks ‘Lovers Point’ and the Carmel River. My former pastor (now retired), used to take the same walk and stop there. Underneath the bench there is a black metal mailbox and passersby will often leave a magazine or book to share with other wanderers. It’s a charming custom and the “Pastor’s Bench” has become my favorite place to stop and let my thoughts drift while gazing at the turquoise surf as it crashes on the rocks.
Today I was in a wonderful mood, lifted by the smell of ocean air, the pink and purple ice plant covering the slopes, and the sounds of the waves and gulls. I jauntily made my way down the dozen-or-so steps leading to the “Pastor’s Bench”, but stopped in surprise at the bottom step. There on my beautiful, charming, old wooden bench were two Corona beer cans. One was crushed and the other was laying there on the bench, taking the place where I was going to sit and enjoy nature. There are no trashcans by the bench. Everyone takes care of their own trash. Everyone, except the person or persons who consumed these two beers.
I sat down between the two Coronas. The beach slopes steeply there down into the water’s edge and the shoreline forms an arc. Large gray boulders breach the surface and the waves splatter into frothy crests as they hit them. I watched the waves for a while, but thoughts of those two Coronas kept creeping in. You know how it is when you’re trying to block something out, but the thoughts seem to find cracks and they seep into your conscious. I started thinking, what kind of people would stop at the bench, drink beer, and then leave the cans? Who would be so thoughtless? I started to conjure up images of people, of course stereotypical images. I didn’t have any respect for them. Were they losers? Thoughts like that kept running through my mind.
As I was thinking these negative thoughts, I realized that I had formed an opinion of these ‘people’ without ever having met them. All because of two Corona beer cans.
Is Your Resume Like a Beer Can?
Later that evening, I was thinking about some of the challenges that job seekers have when they send out their resume and never hear back. I realized that a resume can be a lot like those two Corona beer cans.
Those beer cans were left on the “Pastor’s Bench” anonymously. When I saw them, they left an immediate impression on me, and it wasn’t good. Because of those beer cans, I was able to imagine the person or people who might have left them. The images were unpleasant and I quickly dismissed them as people I would never want to meet.
A poorly written resume acts a lot like those Corona beer cans. Grammatical mistakes are an eyesore that sticks out like a sore thumb. Employers will reject a resume for typos and spelling errors, as well as for poorly done formatting. An employer forms an impression of you based on what they see on your resume. So ask yourself, does your resume look like a Corona beer can or an inviting bench at the beach.
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