It hurts to see many skilled professionals using a “bad” CV to present themselves. It hurts employers as they do not consider into their selection process all the right candidates.
What troubles me, though, is that what constitutes a bad (or good) CV is very subjective.
Even if you were able to get any two CV-reviewers to agree on the definition of a good CV, I’d bet money that given the same pile of CV’s to review, they’d end up with different shortlists.
Similarly, I bet that they’d come up with different shortlists on different days. One day, they’re in good moods. But another day . . . . . . might be Monday. Sheesh, will ya look at these CV’s? Give me strength . . . .
I’m still slowly working my way through Seth Godin’s book Linchpin, in which he emphasises the crying need for human art, in its loosest possible sense. Reflecting on that and my recent post about my 20th wedding anniversary, the parallels seem obvious.
The participants in the marriage (or relationship) are the artists, the paint, paintbrushes, and the artpiece.
The only question is, Am I creating art that uplifts, or art that tears down? That gives life, or destroys it?