Hasta La Gadget!

I’m in a perpetual argument with more than one person over the appropriate length of a resume. I’ve always believed in the 1-page resume. Most on the other side see 3-pages as a logical limit. They are wrong, of course. The 1-page resume is the perfect size. You never need more than one page explaining who you are. If you think you do, you are overthinking yourself. The resume is not supposed to be a novel about your life, it’s supposed to be a book report about the novel about your life. It gets the reader interested in the story, but it doesn’t tell you everything or give away the ending.

My favorite example is Steve Jobs. Steve Jobs has an amazing resume, and it’s only one page with plenty of white space. I won’t reprint it, but here’s the gist: I was a founder at Apple where I helped invent the Macintosh which revolutionized the computer industry. Then I worked at NeXT, where my ideas made programmers lives easier by (insert NeXT stuff here) . . . Then I worked at Apple where I invented the iMac, iPod, iPhone, iPad, etc. Also, Pixar, where I gave the thumbs-up to Toy Story and those other movies you and your kid can actually agree on.

There are books written about Steve Jobs and his life and everything he did. Multiple books with competing movie adaptations and big name Twitter celebrities attached. Jobs’ resume is not a book. It gives you a few brief facts. It lays out key accomplishments. Most importantly, though, it makes you want to learn more.

That’s the key to a resume. A resume has only one purpose, to get you in the door. You need to sell yourself in an interview, where you will truly land the job. A resume will not land you a job. It can only hurt you when executed poorly.

When I was a hiring manager at a former company, I looked for 2 key elements in an applicant. I wanted a cover letter that was clearly unique, written by someone who had read my job posting clearly and was answering me directly. The worst thing you can do while looking for a job is to cut and paste your cover letter. Hiring managers can tell when you’ve done that, and this is the quickest way to lose their attention.

I also looked for a 1-page resume. This wasn’t a sudden death decision. I interviewed and perhaps hired applicants with a multi-page resume, but multi-page resumes simply don’t make sense.

“Did Leonardo need 3 sheets of canvas for the Mona Lisa?”

A resume is both a piece of artwork and a sales pitch for your talents. You can certainly insert creativity into your resume, in which case the single page format becomes even more important. No matter how funky and outside-the-box you choose to think, the single sheet of 8.5 by 11 inch paper is the medium of choice. Did Leonardo need 3 sheets of canvas for the Mona Lisa? Of course not. Art fits onto a single page without breaks. This is why art museums are full of single canvases and not silly triptychs.

There is something daring and defiant about the single page resume. It says at once “Here I am in my entirety” and also “A single sheet of paper cannot contain me!” A three-page resume is always too thorough. Every aspect of your job described in detail. Loose undergraduate associations and strange summers of volunteering meander through a page that should be high peaks of accomplishment and wide valleys that draw the reader.

That’s how I feel about resumes, but I’m realizing that my thinking is outdated, or at least it will be very soon. After all, what is a single-page resume in the digital age? What is a three-pager? That’s an anachronism of paper. Certainly resumes are among the few documents left that most users feel compelled to print. That is mostly because there is not yet a better alternative, and that’s a shame and an opportunity.

LinkedIn is my resume at this point. It shows what I did; who I know; what came before. All the resume essentials. It leaves out a lot of the stupidity that seems vital on a traditional resume. References. Software knowledge, especially Microsoft Office. That insipid objective statement.

Would you rather call the references I suggest, or would you rather do a little social networking? When you find out I know Sarah, your Director of Marketing, from when we both worked together in Milwaukee, wouldn’t you rather ask her what she thinks? Even seeing the connections without reaching out paints a better picture than you’ll get from a coached reference call.

LinkedIn also eliminates the unnecessary junk, while leaving limitless space for what’s important. What’s important? Jobs. What’s not important? Things nobody paid you to do. First, everyone knows Microsoft Office, and if you don’t, you should really start lying about that. My knowledge of Excel is literally the only lie on my resume. Why indicate you know Illustrator? Doesn’t your prior job experience indicate a necessity to know the tools of the trade?

Most of all, it’s time to end the objective statement. Hi, I’m Philip, I work really hard, I like what I do, and you’ll be happy you hired me. That’s every objective statement in a nutshell. Anything else is gymnastics of verbiage and diction.

Social networks undoubtedly play a major role in the job hunt, and it’s time to embrace that and bring your social connections to the forefront, at the expense of archaic means. The last time I interviewed a job applicant, the applicant had his twitter handle on his resume. I started following him. He started following me. By the time we sat down at our interview, he had read a column or two, and I had skimmed his feed for references to drug use and Nazi memorabilia. It wasn’t even a secret, we both admitted to this sort of research.

Why not? I would much rather an employer see the collection of information publicly available about me than a single sheet of paper with a summary of my best days. Let me talk about the best days in an interview, as part of the story of my success. Instead of worrying or arguing over the single-page or multi-page resume, it’s time to find a better method altogether. The information is all readily available, we just need a concise way to package the story and get your foot in the door.

IMAGE Joi Ito

The Zero Page Resume is written by Philip Berne & originally posted on SlashGear.
© 2005 – 2013, SlashGear. All right reserved.

My son sits in the back of the car a lot. There’s the ride to and from school, the field trips on weekends, that sort of thing. I have an internal struggle on what he should be doing back there. Part of me wishes onto him the excruciating boredom I suffered through in my youth in the back of cars. I tell myself that his character will be built upon managing such boredom and not indulging his every whim with digital stimulus. In other words, I worry his iPad is rotting his brain (disclosure, during the day I work for Samsung, we make competitor tablets that I also worry may be rotting his brain). Still, I can’t take away his tablets. I can’t do that to my child. I understand.

Sometimes I make him turn it off and we talk. He’s a 4 year old, so he asks really deep questions and I get to come up with all sorts of crazy metaphysical answers that he’ll either forget or distort in his mind enough that there will be no negative repercussions.

“Where do we come from, Daddy?”

“We’re all made up of little tiny bits that used to be one singular little tiny bit but that exploded and spread all over and formed stars and then those stars exploded and smashed into each other and formed the earth and here we are. But the best part is those little tiny bits are actually made up of almost nothing at all. We come from nothing, and we’re made of nothing. Now, do you want Mexican or Pizza?”

“Let his mother play him that dreck”

In the background of this car ride I play music, which I choose quite deliberately. I never listen to children’s music. I can’t. I know there’s good children’s music out there, by quality artists and musicians, with interesting, funny, meaningful, educational lyrics. Blech. Let his mother play him that dreck. She’s got horrible taste in music. If she didn’t play kids music, his next best choice with her would be listening to boy bands and whatever song got 2,000,000 YouTube views last week. Me? I have taste. I have provenance. Best of all, I have a plan. At least, I thought I had a plan.

Since he was born, my son has heard the Beastie Boys’ “Paul’s Boutique” in its entirety at least once a month. I love my Sirius radio, and they play good music without commercials, which is a key component of kid-friendly listening. But I need to exercise a little control.

My parents got me into good music, but they have weird taste in music. My father has a collection of albums from great musicians, but he has the wrong album. He has the third album, or the album of cover songs, or the duets album. He’s got the Greatest Hits Part II. So, I grew up listening to Magical Mystery Tour, but not the White Album or Revolver. I know Born in the USA, but didn’t discover Nebraska until recently. My first Led Zeppelin album was not titled Led Zeppelin.

I made a mix for Noah. Considering I’m so immersed in gadgets and technology, you’d be amazed at how low-tech my car audio system is. I have no USB port, no 3.5mm input, and no stereo Bluetooth. It’s like I’m living in 2011. So, I made CDs. A mix on MP3 CDs.

Basically, I went through my library and pulled one song from all my favorite artists. I picked the song that got me interested in that artist. Not their best, or most famous. The one that got me hooked for the first time. I’m proud of the mix. There’s a lot of good music there. There’s a lot of emotion in it. After all, these are the songs that first provoked an emotional response to my favorite musicians, and music is important to me.

I was showing off my mix for a passenger recently who remarked:
“This sounds like a middle school dance.” Haha! I laughed. No, that’s just silly. Here, let me just . . .
“Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide . . . ”
No, no, that’s just a . . . here, let me find something else . . .
“She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean, she was the . . . ”
Oh no. No! What have I done?!
“Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick. The one that makes me scream, she said . . . ”

What happened? I pulled canonical songs from my library. There were plenty of newer songs, but the vast majority came from a period spanning around 1988 to 1996. Not quite middle school, more like music up until the middle of my college career. Still, there’s a huge gap there that I needed to figure out.

Did I not listen to music then? Was I simply ambling through life with my hands over my ears, never hearing anything new or unique? That couldn’t be true. There’s a dark period of heavy A Cappella use stuck in there. A Cappella is heavy on cover songs, so my musical growth was definitely stunted during that period. I had been strung out on vocal bands. I couldn’t find a single example of late 90s music in my collection. Nothing stood out.

The answer is probably technological. I got my first CD burner around 1999, which was early for CD burning. I probably had a 2X burner, so 1 CD took 35 minutes or more. Even then, I was burning .aiff files, fully uncompressed. Nobody stored music digitally until the new millenium.

In 1998, I lived in student housing for Northeastern grad students in Boston. My apartment was broken into 3 times. During one break-in, the thief stole my sleeve of CDs. 200 CDs, a completely stuffed, massive envelope of music. I had renter’s insurance, and they told me I was covered to replace it all. There was no chance I could remember every single CD. I made a long list of 200 CDs I’d like, and they cut me a check for something like $11.99 x 200. I went on a binge.

“The best thing about Napster was the incredible catalogues of other users”

A couple years later, I was deeply entrenched in Napster, and my library was filling quickly. The best thing about Napster was the incredible catalogues of the other users. There was a much more personal connection with the anonymous peers with whom you were sharing. You could see their music, take ersatz recommendations, and fill in the potholes in your musical highway. I drank my fill, maxed out my hard disk drive, and never bothered to back up. See where this is going? This story ends with the 2GB 2.5″ laptop drive sealed in a static bag sitting in a drawer in my office to this day, waiting for the prices on data recovery to drop to zero.

It’s curious to think about whether a pattern is emerging. There’s a gap in my musical collection the size of a small decade. There are equal gaps in my photos, my writing, etc. There are hiccups in the imperfect digital collection of data, and it has erased some of my history. With my history, my memory disappears. I’m telling my own story but the character has selective amnesia and incomplete notes.

As we rely on digital data for our most personal memories, it’s important to ignore the caveat that everything on the Internet lasts forever. Quite the contrary. While it’s harder to scrub something from the Internet once it takes on a life of its own, it’s also impossible to find something once it has been disappeared. Hard disk drives die. Services crumble. Suddenly you’re driving around in your car thinking nothing great has happened in music since “August and Everything After,” and trying to convince your kid of the same.

IMAGE: Michelle Carl; Mathew Wilson

Where the Heck Was I in the Nineties? is written by Philip Berne & originally posted on SlashGear.
© 2005 – 2013, SlashGear. All right reserved.

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