Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
 
In the next few weeks, I will have to do something I find very difficult. I will have to "toot my own horn" louder than I ever have. To be honest, I find it very difficult to "toot my horn". But, a friend of mine told me that the era of being recognized for your merits alone are over. The people who get the spoils are the ones who ask for it the loudest.

You see, I was one of a few who received an advanced job posting. It was sent to me with the belief that I would be applying for another position that reported to that posting. I have decided that I want the bigger position. I want to be the person in charge. I want to be the person directing the team. Yes, possibly for the first time in my life, I want to be the BIG CHEESE.

On paper, I more than fit the bill. Nope, on paper, I am perfect. On paper, I am the one. I also believe that I have ideas of how the job should be done, what direction the department should go in, and how to maximize revenue. I know that I have many ideas that may have been thought off but have never, or at least I have never seen them, been executed. I am the right person for the job. I know my company and what it has to offer. I know how to best incorporate what we have to offer to best suit the needs of our customers and us. I know I know.

So, in the next two weeks, I will be creating a resume and an action plan that will "toot my horn" so loud, they will have no choice but to listen. I may not get the job but I'll be ringing in their ears. They will know who I am by the time I leave the interview. Wish me luck. Later.
 
Comments:
Toot away! Best wishes,

A.B.
 
Be careful, good luck, and may the spoils suit you well.

ps -- I'm trying to resist making a joke about what a big cheese you already are... Must... resist... =)
 
All this talk of tooting horns... you'll be fine! Good luck!
 
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