I have a friend. His name is John. He has a friend named, Tim. This is Tim’s list, from John. Give this a read and start jamming on your resume. I’ve helped a couple people with their resumes and this is wonderful advice. Feel free to contact me if you need resume help.
Tim’s Top Ten on Resumes for Veterans
1. It is ok to use a proper sentence. Stop writing your bullets to look like a fitness report. Bullets from your fitness report may contain some valuable information that you can use on your resume, but are not always structured properly. You do not need to speak in 3rd person.
2. Use a standard resume format. When I review resumes the first thing I do is read the opening paragraph. I don’t really see a need for the word “Objective” to be written in bold, to tell me that is what I am going to read. Just write a decent opening to introduce yourself. A wise man once said “He who reads company website… Borrows words for opening paragraph”
3. The next section I jump to is “Education” on the bottom. I am looking for clues that lead me to believe you are capable of learning the job that I am going to hire for. What are your certifications? Can you work with Microsoft Office? Don’t just tell me you went to college. Do you know how to use any of the systems that we use? Help me out.
4. Now I move to the meat and potatoes. “Experience”. I quickly scan where you worked. Then I dive into the bullets. This is where tip number one comes in handy. What did you do that was successful where you were working? What on earth does your billet mean? If you were a platoon sergeant I might have no clue what that means in civilian language. Were you responsible for managing entry level employees and lower level supervisors? Here is the rule I use:
E-1 – E3 Entry Level
E-4 Lower Level Management
E-5 – E-6 Mid-Level Management
E-7 – E-9 Upper Level Management
O-1 Lower Level Management
O-2 – O-3 Mid-Level Management
O-4 – O5 Upper Level Management
O-6 – O-10 Executive Level Management
5. Spell out all acronyms! What does SNCOIC mean? Now that you told me it means Staff Non-Commissioned Officer in Charge I am still clueless. Translate to terms that I can understand. The rule above might help.
6. If you have been awarded any personal awards, put them at the end of your resume. Give me the basics. This way if I call you for an interview I can ask for details if I choose to. Here is an example
Awarded a Navy and Marine Corps Accommodation Medal for meritorious service while serving as Utilities Chief in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom.
7. Your resume is the first thing I see. Make a good impression. The very next thing that I do, is look for you on Linkedin. I may even look for you on Facebook. I am looking for reasons not to hire you.
8. Submit a PDF copy of your resume. The format on your computer may look completely different on my computer if it is a word doc. When you submit a PDF I see the exact same thing you see.
9. Show your resume to lots of smart people. Get their professional input. Make sure you bring more than one copy with you. You will want to make notes on one and leave that smart person with the other. You never know what they will do with it.
10. Do not be lazy. Get it done! No one cares about you more than you!
We all have them. We cherish some of them, we avoid others. We seek them, we seek to end them.
I’ve been thinking, especially upon my return from Afghanistan about relationships. Here’s where I’m at.
We are inherently consumers. We are wired to survive, we are wired to ensure we have what we need: emotionally, spiritually, physically, intellectually and we work hard to keep those at acceptable levels for our personalities, where we are in our lives and countless other factors.
What is the protocol when relationships shift from high priority to a lesser priority? Still a priority, but less of one. What happens when you date someone, you make plans, you talk about everything and cocooned in your love pod; everything is perfect. Then reality happens. Reality has a way of being that shovel to the face or falling down some stairs you didn’t see. If you are in a relationship and reality hits; it takes a very astute partner to realize reality is lurking at the bottom of those stairs or winding that shovel up to clock you in the face. Their reflexes could be the difference between them having to get smelling salts to wake you up after you get thwacked or catching the shovel or pushing you out of the way so you don’t get hit. It’s a survival game.
I’ve said it here before and have engaged in discussions about relationships at various stages with tons of people. I see relationships as a way to have companionship and have two people reacting and experiencing life together. Building love, growing together and truly becoming ‘one’. (In the Biblical sense.)
Because I’ve already covered this in subsequent posts, I won’t dwell on it.
Instead, what happens to two people when one couldn’t prevent the other from getting smacked with the reality shovel? They part ways and their friendship is broken. The amount of care hasn’t changed. All of the initial reasons for a strong friendship are still present and some might argue due to the time spent cultivating the friendship, it’s ceased from being raw ore or a collection of similar elements and is now an alloy. I light, agile, strong compound able to withstand some pretty acute forces of reality. But, due to disagreements on how to temper the alloys; it’s been left in the vice. Files and tongs hang smartly on their hooks; no move to hone this alloy or shape it into anything more than it is. It’s a mass. A conglomeration of experiences, conversations, dreams and aspirations.
When friendships dissolve they don’t really go anywhere, depending on the strength of the relationship. Ignoring the friendship doesn’t destroy the experiences. It doesn’t put the tears, long since wiped away, back on a streaked face. It doesn’t punch the teeth out of smiles, created through shared experiences. It doesn’t go back in time and erase shared glances, handshakes, hugs or kisses. It doesn’t somehow misplace the elation that comes from reunions after long periods of absence. It doesn’t make the warmest hugs, given in comfort, cold. All of those things happened. It will affect trust and I understand that. I’m not talking about infidelity in a relationship. I’m talking about someone who feels abandoned, who feels like they don’t have access to that person anymore. Trust is fixable if the life shared was truly shared.
I would offer, casting aside an insurmountable investment into a friendship/relationship is waste. Reality has a harshness that changes things. A harshness that puts an edge on things. Based on reality people, places, things shift in their priority. Somethings will be the most important things in the universe…then reality happens, jobs happen, moves happen and the shift happens and reality hits you with a shovel.
It doesn’t mean you aren’t important. It doesn’t mean there is any regret. It means; life.
There are many ways to respond to this: Work harder! You’re always saying discipline is the answer to everything. Just work it out.
True. Discipline is paramount to success in everything. In this case…both parties would need to be disciplined. To offer solutions. Actual solutions, instead of dropping an armful of maps onto the drafting table and walking out; ‘You’ll figure it out! I believe in you!’
Nope. Not the answer.
This will likely be a series as I navigate through thoughts.
Geniuses. I’m back. I’m alive. I’m employed. I bought a giant TV. I don’t have internet at my new place. I now live in West Virginia. More to come.
There is a problem today. It’s a problem that’s been prevalent since the dawn of time: Hate.
Hate is defined by Merriam/Webster as an intense hostility and aversion towards something usually deriving from fear, anger or sense of injury. I think ignorance should be inserted in there at some point.
What is usually going on when the wrath of “hate” is incurred? Odds are nothing actually warranting a hateful response.
“I hate traffic!” “I hate the Bears!” “I hate broccoli!”
Try again. Those are not things worth hating.
Hate takes a lot out of a person if they are legitimately full of hate for something. Hate implies you are willing to go to great lengths to eradicate the thing you are directing, hate towards. You are not going to go to great lengths to wipe broccoli or traffic from existence.
Hate, much like love is over used. People are fickle. People use words to convey conviction and impress the people around them; they have resolved to take an action. “I hate Justin Bieber!” No you don’t. You dislike his music. You will change the station on the radio if his music comes on, you will not attend his concert, you will not buy his music and/or you will not recommend his music to friends. That is not hate. That is “not your preference.”
If you legitimately hated him; you would find away to kill him.
Ignorance should be added to the spectrum of hate, because when you see or hear it used; it’s by lame-brains who use it in heinous ways, but never take action. Thereby neutering the word and minimizing the causes, however wrong of people who actually hate things.
May we get a little hairy?
“I hate…insert race of person…so much!”
Yeah. Put a race in there and feel your mind recoil in horror and the thought of you actually HATING those people.
Really, pause for a minute. “I hate gay people.” “I hate people on welfare.” “I hate…insert nationality of a person…so much!”
You hate those things, big guy? You hate them? Are you a big man? You gonna step up and support those claim, big dawg?
I didn’t think so. You don’t have the resolve the people who really hate, have. Go back to any of the people, we find people hating. Then go find one and shoot them in the face. Remove the thing you hate. You hate it. Fix it.
There are people out there who really hate. They hate and have hated black people enough to murder them. Jews have been on the receiving end of hate for generations. Hitler was serious about hate to the tune of 6 million murdered.
Realize you are an ignorant person to exclaim your hate for people. Realize you aren’t allowed to hate people unless you’re willing to kill them.
We’re to help people. We’re to care about people.
It’s a classic scenario: you have a problem, find a solution.
We can hate situations if we’re willing to fix them. We can hate behavior if we are willing to take steps to inform people and eradicate the behavior. But, we CANNOT hate people.
We can disagree without hate.
I don’t agree with people who don’t take care of their families. I don’t hate them. I don’t agree with them. I don’t appreciate their actions.
I don’t care about gay people. I’m completely neutral on the act of gayness. I disagree with things surrounding that topic, but I don’t hate gay people. I wish I could stop hearing about it…but I don’t hate them or it.
We need to focus on the meanings of the words we use. Unless you are willing to go all the way…you don’t hate something.
I’m going to come back around to this topic again…but I wanted to get this out there for now.
This. THIS. You know what? You can take the pious, self -aggrandizing doctrine and regulations you blab about day in and day out. How about you put some action behind all the drivel you’re peddling. This picture is proof that we have the choice. We have the option to be compassionate. We can love each other. Free will is NOT limited to picking a religion. Free will means we can do whatever we want. We have the capacity to bring many levels of hell into the lives of people around us. We have the capacity to care for people we don’t know, to bridge gaps between religions and cultures. Do this people. Please. Choose to do what’s right.
Afghanistan, in the two months I’ve been here has taught me one thing: I’m really tired of all the hate and have been able to really explore the “why” of any hate I’ve held in my heart, mind and soul. It’s humbling, but instead of guilt, I’m making moves. Making moves to make better choice and live they way I believe I should. Most of you know I’m not one to back down from conflict and I typically have a ‘guns-blazing’, ‘full-auto’ way of handling conflict. I’ve learned that if you stand on fact you don’t need to waste energy ramming it down people’s throats. If they are supposed to figure it out at some point in their journey, I can plant a seed. Maybe someone else will water it. (This all didn’t come to me recently. This has been an adventure I’ve been on for the last year or so. Being here has just helped.) Much Love.
Hello. How are you?
I’m having serious writer’s block. I’ve sat down to write pieces about the current global condition. I’ve sat down to write anecdotal pieces about the nitwits I work with. I pull up my dashboard, click on the New Post button then start, only to stop and think…”Geez man…you’ve already written about this.”
That’s my problem right now. I’m daily, confronted with issues that I’ve already written about. People who are morphing and slumming through life. Not only are they bad at doing things for themselves, but their typical courses of action make life worse for others around them.
It stems from not knowing things or caring to know things. For example: I carpool in the mornings. There is a mental midget who typically gets to the car early to sit in the front seat. Apparently you’re better than everyone else when you’re sitting shotty. When you have 6 people in this SUV and it’s 46 degrees outside there isn’t a need to have the heat up near 86 degrees. People put jackets on to wait for the car. Then when you get into the vehicle and it’s 40 degrees hotter…it boggles my mind how moronic people are. So, this half-wit, upon being requested to “turn the heat down” turns the fan down. So there is still 86 degree circulating around the vehicle, just at a slower speed.
“Turn the HEAT down, not the FAN down!”
His response to that is to fumble with the controls then turn the whole system off.
I don’t know how these people have jobs, are allowed to interact with people, I don’t understand how they operate. They are legitimate morons.
That’s my rant. You’ll never get this time back. I’m sorry.
I guess the take away is: don’t be a moron. Realize, your ineptitude may impact someone’s day adversely and depending on how they handle your stupidity first thing in the morning; read: don’t handle it, you may find yourself verbally berated in front of everyone in the car. Which will not only be embarrassing, but you will now be sharing the crappy start to the day you so graciously bestowed on your car-mates.
We’ve been in Afghanistan for the last 12 years. Before that, Iraq.
Iraq is over. The sacrifices are no less important or worthy of remembrance.
Never lose sensitivity to our lost brothers and sisters. Never forget the families they leave behind. Never forget the brothers and sisters in arms they served with. Never forget the sacrifice.
I’m consistently faced with our battlefield losses in my current job. They come over as numbers or stats. Tick marks getting lost, mired in a spreadsheet, a bullet on a briefing slide, a mention during a morning huddle.
I realized, I was tabulating these losses. I was adding tick marks. I was saddened by their passing, but work was getting in the way.
Now I read the reports. I read about mothers, fathers, wives, girlfriends and children. I read about their schools, job designations and where they’re from. I read the wrap-up for the incident. I’m committed to remembering.
These Green on Blue incidents are breaking my heart. My soul grows heavier and heavier every time I read another report. I’m not going to rant, because it isn’t going to help, it isn’t going to comfort the families or bring back our brothers or sisters.
The fad of caring about our deployed military is on the downturn and has been for the last 8 years-ish. It popped back up a bit after the SEAL Team 6 adventure. But, ultimately it’s tanked. Society is tired of hearing about it.
We can’t get sucked into that mindset. We are already different than society, because we swore an oath and suited up in defense of this Nation. Band together friends and family, keep the faith and keep the memory alive.
Rest in Peace beautiful souls. Your deaths were honorable. Your memory lives on, even while your mortal bodies do not. May you be reunited with your loved ones in a future, afterlife. You are missed, you are loved, you are honored.
Don’t Stop. We need you now more than ever.
I have seen more of the world than most of you reading this. I am 29 years old. At the end of this current jaunt abroad, I will have lived outside of the United States for 14 of those years. I have planed, trained and automobiled around Asia, Europe and the Middle East. I have met some people who would’ve liked to kill me. I’ve met some people who could have easily been angels in disguise. I’ve eaten weird and delicious things. I’ve gotten sick with odd stomach bugs the States haven’t seen in decades.
I’m a Christian, since age 7. 22 years of ups and downs. Struggles and gains. Tears and pains. Grins and hugs. Periods of darkness and periods of blinding clarity. I’ve made mistakes and I have more ahead. I am not going to blow myself up for God. I’m not going to lynch gay people, girls who have gotten abortions, drug addicts, drunks, lazy people or any other demographic. I’m past that.
I’m tired of religion. It sickens me. Christians have a saying: “Religion sends more people to hell than anything else.”
They herald that sentiment from the pulpit as a way to give congregations the impression they are special and to send them out in the world trying to ‘WIN THE WORLD FOR CHRIST!’
I’ve preached from day one about Muslims needing to police their own. Those nut jobs who blow themselves up in the name of ALLAH! Yet their clerics maintain; they are a peaceful religion, only trying to make the world a better place.
Christians might not be blowing themselves up. But, why don’t we police OUR own? Every time Terry Jones threatens to burn Korans our service men and women and Coalition partners get mortars and rockets raining down on them and people die. People are dying in Afghanistan because Christians are not policing their own. People are dying because Muslims are not policing their own.
I defy both groups of zealots; if your Gods are so big and powerful, why not just chill out?
Christians maintain the Holy Spirit is the catalyst for salvation. I am by no means well versed in Islam, but I would imagine; heaven is granted or obtained – NOT by creating terror and murdering people.
I am aware that Muslims believe in a code of conduct that mandates: charity, compassion, selflessness and other virtuous traits. Christians are taught to treat everyone as you want to be treated, to love their neighbor as they love themselves, to be patient, kind, long-suffering, loving and honorable.
It seems to me; both religions rely on some sort of God intervention to ultimately be granted some sort of salvation. Christians believe that a complete renouncing of sin and past life and by wholly accepting Jesus’ sacrifice as the only way to heaven.
I can’t imagine anywhere in either of those factions there is a clause which states: ‘Do everything you can to sully the name of your God, alienate people with self-righteousness and just be a nuisance to the general population to the point where you are profiled and people avoid you.’
People/souls are not Pokemon. You cannot catch them all. You can be kind to them. You can be Christ-like. You can be peaceful, loving, supportive and caring.
Zealots are annoying. People don’t like them. People avoid them. The only people who like zealots are OTHER zealots.
I’m going to tell you something right now. Are you ready?
YOU DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO SAVE SOULS. YOU CANNOT GRANT PEOPLE ACCESS TO HEAVEN. YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL. YOU ARE NOT ANY BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE.
I recently visited the church my parents have not decided to leave yet, for whatever reason. The preacher there, who will remain nameless, because he is embarrassing already without his name on the internet, mentioned how many people HE had LED to CHRIST. LEADING people to Christ. I’m sorry, bro; according to textual, Biblical accounts; you are to PREACH the good news, not LEAD people anywhere. That’s where the Holy Spirit comes in. The cool thing is that HS doesn’t have to lead far because; Biblically – He is also God. The Holy Trinity. BOOM.
He is a sterling example of why religion is turning people off. “Look at ME! Look at all the things I AM DOING FOR GOD.” Hey buddy, how about some humility? Some sincerity? Any realization that in your line of work it is NEVER going to be about you.
I’m saying all of this to say this: ALL religions are mucking up the world and muting the powers of the very deities they are striving to proclaim.
God doesn’t need your help. God needs you to be a nice person. Stop being a dick to people. Take the things written in all of the ‘holy’ books and actually DO THEM.
If we could transcend religion and just treat each other well. Respect people. It is fine to not agree with someone. It is not fine to threaten them or cause them physical harm.
For clarity I’m talking about things people are allowed to do. I don’t think people should be able to have sex with children. I don’t think illicit substances should be legal. I agree with speed limits, gun registration, taxes, drinking/tobacco ages and other words of law.
I’m talking about life choices people make that aren’t illegal.
On the flip side; why are all of you freaking out?
Your respective deities have it under control – I’m going to assume. I believe that my God is in control. You can believe your God is in control. Our Gods might be the same guy. Who knows?
I am going to do my best to rely on my God and the strength He’s blessed me with; operating within the life He’s also blessed me with and if anyone needs anything – you know where to find me.
In the end – when human beings are evicted from this blue, soggy marble, hung in the universe – we’ll see how it all pans out. I very well could be wrong. You very well could be right. May the best faith win, until then; a friendly handshake, a held door, a kind word, a dollar when you’re short, a hug when you’re sad and when we find ourselves on the doorstep of our last departure, may we be found in the glory we’ve dreamed of during our mortal days.
Don’t Stop. We need you now more than ever.
…A moment of self indulgence. Not Mindless Self Indulgence…Just regular self indulgence.
My name is Warren Piece and I believe in fitness.
I love the motivational fitness Facebook pages. I really do. I love the twinges and tingles it gives me to read then and check out the pics during the day and rageface at night when I get home.
I’m at a point in my life where I have time. Time is something I never had a lot of. At the moment, in the evenings I have time.
I am going to make the best use of it and really take my level of fitness to the next level. I’m going to be the strongest I’ve ever been, the fastest and the healthiest.
I am doing it for me.
But, I’m also doing it to create a relate-able sequence of events that I can use to motivate people. To go from a clearly established starting point and progress to a point; not even visible from that starting point.
I’m already in pretty good shape – I can bang out a 30 pull-up set, run 3 miles in 20 min and one rep bench 1.5x my body weight.
But, the beauty of still being alive is that if you’re willing to put in the work, you can always be better. So long as we’re sucking air…we have the option to keep fighting.
I think the gym is a sanctuary. It’s a place where you can confront your weakest self, and find your strongest self. The weight doesn’t move itself. You move it. Muscles don’t grow on their own. You flex and build them. With enough determination you can lift any weight.
There are a couple of great little quips out there that I really enjoy and they are applicable to all kind of things:
- Today they ask why, later they’ll ask how.
- No Regrets, Only Forward
- A year from now you’ll wish you’d started today.
Just a couple of words of encouragement.
Be the best you, today. Don’t Stop. We need you now more than ever.