Last night I learned that there was a part-time opening for a position I've often thought of as an ideal job for me. (Nope. Sorry. I'm not going to say what it is; I'm not superstitious about "jinxing" things, and yet I find I'm not willing to go all out and say what it is just now.) By this morning I'd decided it couldn't hurt to apply. I'd talked to a couple of friends and gotten their "Well you'd better apply!" supportive comments to spur me on, so I got to work.
Resumes aren't high on my list of documents to keep updated. Should be, no doubt, but truthfully I forget about them the minute I'm finished with them. And so when called upon to send one off on short notice, all sorts of flurry abounds in my little head. Lots of changing and tweaking and updating to make one more word pack a more powerful punch than the one before.
Let me not belabor the point. I viewed and reviewed these documents (the cover letter freshly written, resume updated a smidge,) and finally decided to just let 'em go. You have to stop perseverating eventually, don't you? Of course, once I'd sent them, three guesses as to whether or not I really let them go.
Yea, you guessed it. Later on I opened these documents again and looked at them with fresh eyes.
Oh great. Fabulous. Magnificent. I found more than one mistake.
These are, as we all know, the documents that are meant to speak to our abilities and skills. These are the documents that are meant to introduce us to someone who doesn't know how many rave reviews our colleagues and clients give us...how many times people come to us for our professional opinions over those of others we might think of as more credentialed in the areas in question. And yet I botched 'em. Not glaringly, of course. Nothing so simple as that. But in one sentence I'd moved some words around and, well, you know how once you've read something so many times you read what you think it says rather than what it says? Yea, well, that happened to me. On both documents. And never mind I added one tiny little extra thing which ended up affecting my formatting of one of the documents in a not particularly subtle way.
So what's to be learned from this? Surely a lot. But right now the lesson I'm working on is just to let things be. I know it's a job I could do and be magnificent at. Whether or not I'll get the opportunity remains to be seen. Stressing and worrying over these errors, however, is going to do nothing whatsoever to make my chances any better. I'll be invited to interview or I won't; simple as that. If I do, wow... my imagination tells me the opportunity would be thrilling. And if I don't? Well, I have a pretty stellar life already. I guess I'll go back to making the one I already have just that much better.
Any good news (I mean really good news,) and I'll let you know...