on friday, greg the former intern and i went over the resumes we collected this week, filtering out the people we didn't like and moving up in the file the people we liked.

the 'people we liked' file was telling:

of about 300 people there, we received about 200 resumes. probably 75 percent of those people were male. the 'people that made an impact one way or another' list: nine girls, 15 guys. sigh.

two funny ones that didn't make the cut (although didn't get trashed):

one girl, who happened to attach a photo. c'mon.

the photo was her and a friend and her sister at a ballgame. crowd in the background. a note of some sort was developed directly on the photo. an arrow the left. "my twin." an arrow to the right. "me!" the statement in the middle: "I'm a Minnesota Twin!"

Her "relevant experience" section just exuded an aura of "i drink until i fall over," according to coworker greg. "bartender." "cocktail waitress." "barista." "receptionist." woof. maybe we shouldn't judge.

the other one, we should judge.

he was a sharp kid, on top of his things. he wanted to be a media relations dork. (media relations people are dorks.) i recognized his last name, although he wasn't related to any of the people i know.

the guy had an impressive portfolio. it came in a blue cardboard folder. there was a generic cover letter in the left pocket. there was a two-page (idiot) resume in the left side. there was an unnecessary business card, with the phrase "proof that with hard work and passion, you can accomplish anything" (!), or some such gobbledygook, written. nice, albeit unnecessary, package.

a candidate for the "worth calling" file, on tuesday anyway. on friday, not so much.

resume starts with bland objective statement, followed by education/relevant coursework, or whatever.

then "activities."

1997-Present: XXX Catholic Church softball team
2002-Present: Organized and served as Commissioner for Fantasy Baseball League for myself and 11 family members and friends
2000-Present: Organized "March Madness" NCAA Tournament pool for myself and 10-15 neighborhood friends and family members.

He then moved into the crap file.