In between leaving my last Chicago apartment and moving to Portland, I lived with a friend for three months — in a house, without Wi-Fi. It was a beautiful home Christina had purchased in 2009 in a then up-and-coming neighborhood. She gutted and renovated it, and was proudest of the kitchen. This area boasted a bar, custom kitchen cabinets to accommodate her lean 5’9” stature, and stainless steel appliances. Elsewhere in the house she diligently picked paint colors and wood trim and, in the ma. . .
The impersonal digital world is not a fifty-something, unemployed person’s friend.
Experience used to be the qualifying factor for getting a job, which meant that you could be over forty years of age and you would be considered the best candidate for the job. The theory was that you would have had the most experience, this is not so anymore. Resumes that do not explode off the page with just one word are quickly placed in the “save-for-legal-purposes-only ” folder. It is no longer you. . .
