Let's dive right in - CinnamonPine

Something is weighing down heavily on both your esteemed bloggers, because we are in the same spot. We started University together, and now we're preparing to finish it together. I'm graduating in 4 months and 15 days. And I'm bricking it.
I'm sure this will come up several times over the next four and a half months, but right now it is manifesting itself in my daily routine in a very pressing and urgent manner - I'm putting together my CV.

The small, ugly dog is yours truly. The other thing (dog? bear? mutated sealion?) is impending unemployment and the uncertainty of the future. I know, it does seem kinda unbelievable that it could represent all those things! And yet!

I'm not actually currently applying for jobs. That's a whole other story. I'm applying for work placements over the summer - but the important thing isn't what it's for, though that is the exciting thing that's keeping me going. What's so horrifying and scary is the act of putting it all together. It says - here I am. I'm a product. Maybe not quite finished yet, but finished enough for you to consider me employable. And that's got to be pretty damn near done.

Curriculum vitae quite literally means Story of your life. Education and University fits into a paragraph, two if you make some flashy sort of results table, at which a prospective employer would surely just shout "tool!" as he flings it towards the bin. That's 17 years of my life!
Ok, so there's also the summer work experiences - at least another paragraph, one in my case. Why did I do the same thing two years running? Because I wanted to, and enjoyed it, or to deliberately make my CV look bare and short? Nothing seems clear...

Whatever do they want to hear in the additional skills section? What makes me most... me? It certainly ain't the IT skills and proficiency in statistical software (that's a lie - I can open the statistical software, stare at it, and cry), or the clean driving license. But they (they, the man, the establishment) don't want to hear about my double jointed fingers, or that I can make a really good curry with tinned fish. YUM.

There's no point in me saying I've ever been into sport - I feel certain they'd be able to tell that I bunked sports day in my senior year, the only black mark on an impeccable record. It's tempting to lie your way through the space where societies should go. I did sign up to the fly-fishing society... do they do background checks? Will interviewers jump up suddenly shouting "drop and give me a perfect cast, and a blood knot in your shoelace!"

In short, I'm tearing my hair out, staring at the two short pages that apparently sum up me and my whole life's achievements so far. Just when it was perfect and I was formatting the tri-columned referees list, with email addresses and numbers refusing to sit in their own columns (IT skills? How about personal vendetta that MS Office has against me coz I got it illegally?), my uncle emailed through with a bunch of suggestions. Back to the start. Couldn't someone else just tell me about me? Just make it sound good.

Love,
CinnamonPine