Novel Resume Novels & Stories

He let out a conclusive sigh, reached out his hands and told Doona. "Give me your resume." Doona was shocked by this and pulled out the resume papers she had shoved into her bag before leaving for school. She stared at her work and she was very proud of her resume. Doona had made it so beautiful with memes, images and emojis. She also made sure to recount her life history, ensuring not one piece of information was left out. She then plastered on her face a smile of pride then slid her resume papers to Chihun. Chihun picked up the ten paged resume and looked back at Doona. "Did you make several copies?" He asked her, Doona shook her head, and Chihun wondered why she had such a proud look on h

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She'd carried that disappointment for years. Maya surveyed the layout, thoroughly satisfied. The design already suited her taste. A few personal touches, and it would be exactly right. "Mum, your resume's completely blank. You sure you can actually get a job to support us like this?" Caleb asked, pouting. She turned to him with an easy smile. "I believe I'll manage perfectly well." He wasn't wrong. Her resume held nothing beyond a name and an age, no professional history at all. Now that she'd left the pack, some kind of employment was expected, at least publicly. She'd always been drawn to design, so after some thought she'd decided to pursue exactly that. She'd attached a single original s

“Sir, I don’t know why my original resume was lost. Here’s a copy. Can you still consider it?” Mr. Kael smiled and nodded. “Even if you hadn’t submitted a resume, I would arrange a special interview for you. Being top of the written test qualifies you for an interview.” Isabella let out a sigh of relief and smiled. “Please accept my resume and conduct the interview as per the usual procedure.” Mr. Kael accepted the resume and nodded approvingly, indicating that the interview would proceed fairly. "Um, alright," the chief interviewer opened the resume approvingly and began to review it.

He held up his hand, “Yes, we are. We are looking for a waitress. Have you done this kind of job before?” “Yes, I have. I even have a resume-” I was yet again, interrupted by the man and by Cassey’s rude snort. When I looked at her, she pointedly looked away. He silently asked for the resume, I handed it. It was a two-page, very mundane looking resume. He skimmed through it before handing it back.

the woman said before offering me a pleasant smile. I introduced myself and walked them through my resume. Although I was a new graduate and didn’t have any real work experience, I had experience working part-time that could show that I am a responsible person who took my job seriously. My grades from university were beyond decent even if I do say so myself. However, I was sure that every other candidate that passed the pre-screening round was the same. So…if I’m not able to somehow distinguish myself here then…

Oh, I know how I controlled that urge. "Well, your résumé?" He asked with a twisted smile, without saying anything to him I dug into Natasha's purse and took out the file that has my documents. I slid the file toward him on the table. This time he didn't say anything, just quietly opened the file. As he scanned it, his expression remained same except the slightest raising of his eyebrows, here and there. I knew what was he seeing. I've many certificates of participation in different activities, seminars and projects that I've done in my college. I was a fresher but not completely inexperienced. "Except your résumé everything seems to be here. And I suppose coming for interview needs a resume

Brittney had come to me as a low self-esteem, desperate person who grew up poor and had a terrible one year relationship with a bum. What she forgot to say was that she was a straight A student who had excellent computer experience and three years of business that emphasized her computer expertise. The resume was technically perfect and I could see subtle little things she did in printing the resume that only someone with a great deal of skill could pull off. It was a creative and professional document.

Small mercies. I’d taken the subway here straight from the temp agency on 43rd third visit this month, third polite smile from the woman behind the desk, third stack of data entry positions I was technically capable of but practically invisible without a degree or an employment history that didn’t read like a five year gap with a single name filling it. Julian Holloway. Personal assistant. Informal. That was what my resume looked like at twenty six. A life poured into someone else’s story with nothing official to show for it.

Tuesday/ the fifth of july I tossed the resume onto my desk with a frustrated sigh, the thin folder barely making a sound against the polished mahogany.Her name is Dema . She was just just another applicant in a stack of hundreds. But something about her file had caught my attention - or rather, the lack of something. "Top of her class at university," I muttered to myself, scanning the academic records again. "Perfect GPA. Award-winning graduation project on operational efficiency." My finger tapped against the next page. "And... absolutely no work experience. Not even an internship."