First of all, as much as you don’t want to hear it, it’s important that your CV is only 1 A4 page, at the VERY most 2 sides of A4. (Unless you’re a seasoned employee with 20 odd years of experience, then you can definitely get away with 2 sides of A4).
I know, it’s heart breaking because you want to say everything you possibly can and choosing what to cut out is difficult.
But trust me, be selective in your examples and wording and only have a 1 sided A4 CV that’s sleek and easy to read. Rather than a 2-page mess of text-boxes everywhere and page margins now a distant memory.
There are two steps to fitting everything onto your CV.
I’ve heard a lot of people say when they’re looking for a new job: “I’d love to do this, but I don’t have any experience”. And that’s where it stops. They close the open tab on their computer and with that, shut the door on opportunity.
That’s why in this post I tell you exactly how you can apply for that job you want and know you’d be amazing at.
To be honest, it’s mostly my girlfriends who say this. They see a job ad they think they’d be awesome at, but because:
it’s a change from what they’re doing
they don’t have specific experience in that yet
they don’t meet 100% of the things listed in the ad
they don’t even apply.
It breaks my heart. Honestly.
Call it naivety, but I believe you can apply for those jobs your heart soars when reading, even (and especially) when you don’t have experience in yet.
Sometimes people pleasing tendencies come out in full-force, all at once. This is one of those times. I share a personal story of how I learnt to make strong boundaries and say no, so that you can too.
It started at work when my boss sprung on me she’d decided she wanted me to be available to work online in the evening while I’m at home. After I’ve already left work.
At first when she was talking about all this I was just taking notes, trying not to give in to any knee-jerk reactions. (Even though I could very strongly sense my husband Jeff’s reactions as if he was pinching me).
It wasn’t until all this faff about whether we’d start tonight or not, that I began to think this wasn’t fair. And of course, I felt guilty in thinking that.
But it wasn’t in our contract. And I really didn’t want to bring work home.
During final year of University I was working four jobs, going to the gym at least four times a week, cycling around 8 miles to and from university everyday, oh and trying to get the highest grades possible.
I was running myself into the ground.
I’m not sure why I took on so much, maybe I felt the final year urge to do everything I thought I should have been doing the whole 3 years of my degree.
But whatever the reason it wasn’t good for me.
On top of all the stuff I was doing, I was also trying to figure out those big questions you feel pressured to know at 21.
Like: what you’ll do after graduation; who you want to be; and what the thing with that guy really means.
I wanted to be able to do everything.
I felt like I needed to prove I could do that. That I could manage all of these things and still get good grades. I wanted to do it all and do it smoothly.
And I did manage to graduate with a good grade and oomph up my cv with a load of experience from my jobs. Butttttt … I also had a breakdown. A pretty big one.