On Twitter, I am OLD

At least some people think so. From what I can tell, at age 54 I am still in only the oldest 40% of users. I guess that worsens next year to the oldest 25%. But still, I am not sure why that makes me old.

Perhaps it is my witty comments that are a natural for Twitter. I have always been described as pithy, so Twitter is a natural fit. Perhaps it just seems that I have been on Twitter for so very long that of course I am old.

Maybe not.

It is probably just my memory and enjoyment of music and movies across the decades (except of course the 90s, pretty much a lost decade).

It’s just that growing up through the seventies and being a college student, soldier, college student, and grad student through the eighties gives me lot to remember. All the questions in life can be answered through either broadway musicals or classic rock. Most all the questions are in American Folk.

Dear America

Dear America, I’m sorry, but we forgot.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,”

When we invite the tired, and the poor, they are likely to come. When we invite them to our home, they deserve to be welcomed.

Dear America, I’m sorry, but we forgot.

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

The huddled masses come from everywhere. They don’t always look like us. They don’t eat the same foods as we. They don’t always pray as we. Just as we were different upon the shores of America, so often are they.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Dear America, I’m sorry, but we forgot. We were once homeless and tempest-tossed and longing for a place to call home. We came as strangers, acting like conquerors, barely able to survive. Those who struggle through the storm know only that the chaos of storm cares little for who is in its path. Not rank, nor wealth, skin color, or faith; all are subject to the death and indignities of storm.

Dear America, don’t be a stranger – to our past or to our future.

How to Apply for a Job…and be considered

  1. Read the ad for comprehension.
  2. Read the damn ad again. Pay attention to the job requirements.
  3. If the ad says “Fill out the application, do not write ‘See Resume’,” DO THIS. Failing to do this means your application will be branded “NO HISTORY.”
  4. Understand that every software application, specific location, environment, operating system, and skill is a KEYWORD.
  5. Ensure that EVERY keyword is found somewhere in your experience or SKA list.
  6. Understand your application either by a bot or by human with bot-like emotions in HR with one point for each required skill or experience. If those are not evident to a non-expert in your field, you receive a ZERO.
  7. Understand the hiring manager (me) cannot elevate your application if required skills are not discernible to a field expert and justifiable to the bot.
  8. Before submitting your application, read the job ad AGAIN, SIDE BY SIDE with your application.
  9. Do not submit until you have repeated items 1-8.
  10. Understand this final thing – I have to interview everyone at or above the score I choose. If I have 50 applicants, with five at each of 10 point levels, and you are an 8, do you really think I am going to interview 15 people just to give you a chance? Probably not.
  11. Repeat steps 8 & 9.
  12. Submit. Pray. Wait. Despair.

Other Considerations.

A list of people not to include as references. This is an exceedingly short list, so it is not hard avoid:

  1. Your family. i.e.:
    1. Your spouse.
    2. Your parent(s) or grands.
    3. Your siblings.
    4. Your parents siblings.

We automatically assume your family will give you a good reference, especially if you owe them money. Just for kicks, if you have an ex-spouse from a badly failed marriage, you can include their contact information just for the sheer entertainment value.