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As résumés are going out of fashion, why not standout in the job market by showing your creativity and sense of humor? Here’s a sample “résumé” for applying to a content copywriter job position. A relevant bachelors degree, experience and referrals are a bonus.
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“Hello and welcome.
You could’ve chosen to land your eyeballs anywhere. And yet, here you are.
So, thank you.
Our attention spans are getting smaller, so let me make this quick and painless for both of us.
Until last year, I was a senior Big Data analyst with the 3rd best company to work for in America, [redacted]. But, you see, humans are the only species that deliberately embark on difficult journeys by asking themselves, “Where am I going?”, “Who am I?” and “What’s my purpose?” For no apparent reason we choose to complicate our lives.
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I did too.
I started asking myself questions like, “Do I matter?” and “What can I offer the world?” And found myself on a path to have the most positive impact on humanity while also looking for the purpose of my life. I became a storyteller and a content writer at FutureSTRONG.org.
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With Future STRONG, I wish to empower human beings to function optimally, develop resilience, and live their best lives. Future STRONG helps reinforce our commitment to grow ourselves, while contributing to the wellbeing of others who rely on us.
At Future STRONG, I also disrupt the world’s technology addiction one truth at a time by creating awareness about engineered addiction by Big Tech companies through their devices.
I’m in this because I want to write. I do everything that throws me on a path to creating content with words. I create marketing content for artist websites, non-profit organizations, small businesses and conduct writing workshops out of my house.
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I also write to show that while we’ve a ton of places to show how pissed off we are, we can also have places on the internet where we can radicalize people with kindness. Of course, I still don’t have a solution for cleaning up septic tanks of the web like the YouTube comments section.
In the end, should we choose to part ways, let’s not ghost each other. You send me a rejection letter and I’ll know you no longer have feelings for this resume. And, we both move on.
Thank you.
Oh, our dog says hello! “Woof.”
Bye.
Rachana.
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
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