Every general on the battlefield has a favored weapon. Napoleon had his artillery, Rommel had his panzers, even Steve Jobs has those black turtlenecks he wears at every single MacWorld. So as I venture into the world of "job seekers", I figured the first step is to sharpen the one, shiny implement I will shove in people's faces and jam in people's doors: my resume.

So as I sat down this weekend to put my achievements down on paper, I realized a very disconcerting conundrum. Every bullet point I had listed was something I was good not, and not necessarily something I enjoyed doing. It seemed as the list of skills I had learned and deals I had done (neither very many) came into form, the more I realized that those skills and achievements were the very things I didn't give a rat's ass about. So, if I'm ever able to leave these salt mines for something better, I would need to convince the owner of another mine (perhaps a gold mine, but still a mine nonetheless) to throw me a rope, and pull me out because I'm such a good miner. In short, the jobs I most likely will get, I most likely will dislike.

As you see, this throws a wrench into the whole thing.... argh... I'll keep you posted...