color.

my sister asked why i was emailing my resume to a certain person and i, being the smart aleck that i am, wanted to reply, "because word's been gettin' out around DC about how pretty my resume is. it's in high demand." then i realized something, could word be getting out about my resume? because if a person took an objective step back and surveyed "brianna mcclane's resume" they would find that - it's not your typical resume. and it is especially not the type of resume a person would be apt to find in DC.

and then i began to wonder, what does my resume say about me?

i know that if i picked it up i would immediately think, “i have no idea what qualifies this girl but her use of sans-serif font, the color turquoise and that handcrafted logo means i shall befriend/hire her. not only will we work together, but we will laugh, watch sitcoms and perhaps color coordinate our closets together.” (surely i’m not the only one who color coordinates her closet. it just makes everything so much easier).

of course, i am incredibly biased. a normal person could look at my resume and just say, “what?” perhaps sniff it to make sure i haven’t spritzed it with vanilla body spray (which i have actually debated doing) and then push it under the stack of professional resumes obviously done in microsoft word.

i’m not saying i’m better than these “word-ers” (as i enjoy calling them. or as i just decided to start calling them. whatever). no, i’m just saying – i’m not your typical resume.

of course, this could be partially due to the fact that i’m an overachiever and therefore must use design software to construct the list of my accomplishments and previous places of employment.

or perhaps it’s because we might as well make the world a beautiful place, one brightly colored resume at a time.

then the question begs – “am i the typical DCer?” (once again, these are not real words, i am constructing them out of air).

with my nose ring, medium rare steak preference, cowboy boot wearage, enough love for all political parties, distrust of slacks and, of course, my dependence on tony chachere’s cajun seasoning, i would again say - no.

but my how i do love this city. with the politics, sharp suits, clean metros, friendly bus drivers, obsession with front porch gardens, right-side standing on escalators and the blisters that are becoming a part of my very feet – i love it all.

perhaps that’s what so beautiful about DC – the mixture of people. the majority of us are from out-of-state if not out-of-country. but once we converge into this center of government, we all have something in common. even if it is just brunch.

and with that dear friends, i’ll end by saying…my resume probably is getting talked about (or i hope someone's at least looking at it).