Under My Notebook (Answering Seth Godin)

What will they tell their friends?

I usually carry a notebook and pens with me wherever I go. The notebook is filled with math calculations and notes about my resume clients’ work experience.

What I can’t carry with me is what other people have to say about me.

I was at a meeting for a group I’m involved with the other night and one of the women there was talking about her own business and how she hates marketing. However, marketing oneself is a necessary evil if one wants to run a business. Yes, marketing is tough but the people who do it constantly, be their true selves, and without being jerks come out the best.

Women have a difficult time with this because of the caught-in-the-middle attitude of society. Other women don’t like women who are straight shooters and men don’t like women who “brag” and stand up for themselves. A business owner has to find their crowd and find the people who support them.

Doing what I do, I have to be a straight shooter. I had to tell a resume client this week their email address wasn’t too professional and come to find out they had another email account they hadn’t been using. I’ve fought it out for my clients with parents, teachers, and even principals. Being a straight shooter and asking the tough questions gets things done and reveals insights.

What will they tell their friends? I usually find this out on social media. As much as I beg and plead for referrals, my best ones come from people referring me when a third party is asking for help. It takes them less than 10 seconds to tag me and write a few words. I jot everything down and save it and put it on the landing page for my website. Then I have it to share with anyone who wants it.


Life Hack: Don’t Fluff Your Resume

I spent three well-spent hours with a client today putting together their resume.  Fluff came up in our conversation more than once.

My client is currently working for a student recruiter and is screening applicants.  They told me how people like to fluff their resumes, especially for certain industries that require a certain amount of experience.

Don’t fluff your resume.  You will be found out.

Would you like me to bore you with the details of how I’ve been helping people with resumes for over 20 years now?  I told my client how tutoring English turned into this.  I need help with English.  Oh, and, can you help me with my resume?

People like to fluff themselves up.  It’s a human trait we don’t discuss that often or don’t care to discuss.  Yet that is why applying for work takes weeks and very drop of blood in your body.  Your future employer wants to make sure you are not fluffing yourself up.

Yes, I have heard stories from clients about the coworker who is the stripper cum banker and my client is like: How did this stripper cum banker get the job?

They fluffed and got lucky.  Or maybe their references lied.  Or maybe…..I don’t want to think about it here.

Fluff your pillows, your sheets, your hair, your cat, your dog.  Don’t fluff yourself.  Everyone has war stories to be shared while swigging a cocktail or smoking a cigarette outside with your coworkers.  Share those.  We’ve all had our share of the experience from hell.  Heck, fluff that story yet don’t lie.  Fluff won’t ease your landing in other piles you are going to find yourself landing in.


Review: Jack and Jill

A local high school was giving this away in their Little Free Library.  I was shocked and saddened to see they cleaned this one out.

This book is by Louisa May Alcott, the same author who wrote Little Women.

Jack and Jill, in this story, get into a sledding accident and the book goes through their year of recovery and how it changes their lives and how people around them react to their tragedy.

It’s a very calming, charming, well-written book about preteens and all of their shenanigans.  Jack and Jill aren’t the only ones who get into and find themselves in a bit of trouble.  There is plenty for boys to read about, and identify with, as well.

I’m surprised I haven’t seen this one on any reading lists.  Preteens can identify with the characters and Alcott’s prose is top notch.

Get a copy and share with the preteens in your life.

God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

The plot of this satire from 1965 by Kurt Vonnegut is simple: same family, same fortune, two sides.  The only signal this is not a recent work is the lack of cell phones and social media.

The characters are real, recognizable, and so are the places if you are familiar with them. One day tour of a mansion?  Yup, I’ve been in one of those mansions that line streets near famous breakwaters.  The only difference is now the family’s inheritance and the family has disappeared.

The one family member that is seen as eccentric by the family but everyone else adores? Been here as well.

The surprise ending?  That as well.

If you want an easy read, great dialogue, and a little light reading, this is for you. Vonnegut gives a great slice of life with many giggles in between.



The word itself makes me shirk.  I’ve had no regular bedtime since high school, if that, and that was only because I had to be at school for 7:35.  Ah, memories.

I have come to accept that I am a night owl.  My best time is after 5 p.m., usually.  I’ll sleep all day if you let me.  I just need about one hour of sunshine and fresh air and I am good to go.

Right now I work evenings: paid, volunteer, my own business here, and I enjoy it.  It is my time of day.

Being an EMT (emergency medical technician), I started watching the show “Nightwatch.” I love that shift of 8 p.m. to 4 a.m.  Those are my perfect hours and I want a job with those hours.

This morning I woke up early and was thrilled to hear the birds singing outside and catch the first glimpses of sunshine.  Yet I crawled back into bed for a couple of more hours until life called.


I do have my routines and I try to read before going to sleep.  I also found a video on YouTube recently of Dr. Wayne Dyer about “setting” your brain for the next day before you go to sleep.  I totally understand this and try to do this every day.



Will anyone ever remember what a newspaper is?  Will they still exist?

I get the local town newspaper once a week.  I even delivered newspapers as a child with my Mom.  We walked.  Then the routes were consolidated and people drove all over.

There is nothing like sitting down and opening a newspaper.  The smell of the ink, the pictures flipping by.  I feel like with a newspaper that I won’t miss anything tucked away on the Internet.  I can go through at my own pace.

I enjoy the puzzles.

Newspapers are history, a record.  We say hello, congratulations, and good-bye to people.

Newspapers are permanent unless tossed into an Orwellian pit.

Newspapers are a connection to the community.  I hope they never completely go away.