RE: SENDING OUT RESUMES AND COVER LETTERS FOR JOBS

I work at Bronx Community College as an adjunct librarian. Even though I love this job, it is unfortunately part-time. Therefore, I am always on the prowl for full-time gigs; recently, I used a database (Academic Search Premier) to obtain an article on what the preferences of employers are in terms of receiving resumes and cover letters.

I often feel that I am sending my resume out into an administrative void, or that there are incompetent secretaries and jaded mailroom associates that don't want my poor resume to get into the right hands. But, I have never actually queried a database to see what research has been done to find the preferences of employers. The other day, though, I found an article that speaks to what these preference might be.

The article is titled, "Employer Preferences for Resumes and Cover Letters" and it was written by Nancy M. Schullery, Linda Ickes, and Stephen E. Schullery. The article can be found in the June 2009 issue of Business Communications Quarterly between pages 163-176. Not only is the article comprehensively informative, it delineates what those specific preferences are for the benefit of potential employees sending out resumes.

The data that informs this article was culled from "Company representatives at our career fairs" (Western and Eastern Michigan) and was prompted by the refusal of many company representatives to "accept a printed resume while speaking with students" and their preference for potential employees to proceed directly to the "company Web sites" to upload their resumes and cover letters (pg. 163). The introduction to this article is littered with dialogue about scannable resumes and the use of keywords. There is also a smattering of 90's data about employer preference to whet our appetites for what is coming next and show us where we've been.

For example, "A 1998 survey of Fortune 500 companies found that only 19.7% accepted resumes by email, whereas 98% accepted resumes fax" (pg. 165) But, honestly, when is the last time you sent a fax: 1998? I mean the change has happened over the course of 11 years and yet the standard nowadays is surely sending and receiving resumes by email. It's interesting to note however that before the fax there was only snail mail and before snail mail there were uh pigeons, I guess.

In terms of findings, the researchers found that "A large majority (71%) of employers prefer standard chronological resumes, with another 21% preferring them in text format. Five percent of the companies have no preference or want their own application" (pg. 170). It is interesting that even though the technology has created things like scannable resume readers, a lot of people find little use for them. In addition, "Email is the most preferred modality (46%), with 41% preferring the resume pasted into the body of the email. The second-most prefered mnodality is entry at the company's web site (38%), with 34% preferring the resume copied in it's entirety and 4% preferring entry in sections" (pg. 172).

Moreover, "The standard chronological style of resume is the 'the standard' irrespective of company size, location, or industry, or the job function of the hiring contact person" (pg. 174). And, "Electronic delivery of resumes appears largely to have replaced paper. Eighty-four percent prefer delivery either by email or by company Web site, and only 7% want paper" (pg. 174). However, because the motivation for the researchers involved knowing employer preferences so that they could teach their business classes what these preferences were, the researchers had some interesting caveats to add. First, "construction of a basic printable resume probably remains a wise investment of time" (pg. 174) Also, "a complete, organized, and well-phrased inventory of an applicant's skills and experiences would be convenient for multiple potential delivery venues, including submission by email as either attachment or text" (pg. 174).

This has implications for internet security because due to their hard work people are now more liable to open just any old attachment, regardless of its possible equine virus capabilities. In other words, since internet security has been ramped up and bettered, it has allowed for other technologies, like scannable resume readers to go the way of the dinosaur. Last, despite all this technology, the researchers who wrote this article suggest always having a paper copy that you could always press into the palm of a potential employer "in the event of a chance encounter" (pg. 147).

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MY FIRST INFORMATION SESSION'S SPIEL ON THE SUBJECT OF CONDUCTING RESEARCH

To begin with, research is a very abstract concept. When we say research, what we mean is investigation that moves through stages. Reading an article in the Post or Daily News or Wikipedia article is not research as you don't really do anything with the information given. For it to be research it has to have steps; once those steps are learned, you can replicate, or repeat, them every time you sit down to do research. Learn them well as they will serve you as you progress at BCC and hopefully transfer to a four year school and a master's program. Regardless of what you study and where you study it, you are going to have to know how to conduct research and then write research papers.

Before we start, I would like to place an idea in your head. The hard part about doing a research paper is that you have to be able to look at something through a telescope and a microscope simultaneously. I mean that, the work of research is being able to look at look at the same object with a telescope as with a microscope.

The first thing I tell students to do is find a topic you have always been curious about. This is the stage where you should consult encyclopedias, almanacs, dictionaries, and handbooks. During this first stage, you will have to ingest large amounts of information which means that you will have to read quite a bit. This is the most time consuming part of research, but it has to be done; during this time, you should be reading with your pen and using a pen and a higlighter; you must really pick out the more interesting parts of the information you read and stick to reference books.

From the information that you have read, you should be able to form questions, you should ask yourself what sticks out the most to you. In reality, you should try to move from what/who questions into how/why questions. For example, once you know what the Renaissance is and who brought to life, inevitably you must ask yourself, how "they" brought about the Renaissance?, and why was the Renaissance even started? In other words, you will know you are ready for step three once you have answered the what/who questions about any topic and you are moving in for further details about the how and the why. Remember, research is about being able to move between the telescope (what/who) and the microscope (how/why).

Before we move to step three I just want to ask you whether you would give your car to a mechanic that didn't know the name of that thingee that gives electricity to like the whole car. In other words, how important is vocabulary in the day to day life of an expert. Do you think experts at anything use the wrong vocabular, or do they know exactly what stuff is called. They know what an alternator is and how many amperes of electricity go through a car's batter. Using the right vocabulary will also help you to be a better researcher. Please pay attention to the words that you are using to look for articles and books and journals, because unless you are using the right words, or subject terms and descriptors, then it will appear as if nothing has been written about your topic.

The third step is look for and locate primary and secondary sources. Primary sources are objects created during the time under study or consideration. A memoir written in 1961 by a Dominican man or woman about the assassination of Trujillo is a primary source of contemporary Dominican history. The memoir of a Katrina survivor written during the devastation of New Orleans is a primary source of Hurricane Katrina
According to Princeton University Libraries, "Primary sources are diaries, speeches, manuscripts, letters, interviews, news film footage, autobiographies, official records, creative works like plays, poetry, television programs, etc." One could make the argument that Scarface is a primary source of the illicit Miami cocaine industry of the early 80's.

Secondary sources respond to and talk about primary sources. So a book written by another author criticizing or explaining Ernest Hemingway's fiction is a secondary source. An editorial about how rude Kanye was to poor Taylor Swift would be a secondary source because it is commenting or explaining the video of Kanye dissing Taylor which is the primary source. A history textbook is a secondary source, as are textbooks, encyclopedias, and magazine articles.

Step four is make an argument.
Step five is disagree or agree with what the experts you have found are saying.

GREGG RUTTER'S LIST

Another find on StumleUpon. I love lists and I am going to go through and see each and every one on the first snow day of the winter. Let's just pray I have the proper acoutrement on that day.

The list for his url is http://www.youshouldhaveseenthis.com/

STUMBLEDUPON TROVE CHEST

I found this amazing gif on StumbleUpon today. I have been warned about the addictive resin within this website. That is why I wore my resin stain resistant pants today.

If you are interested yourself, the url is http://www.stumbleupon.com/s/#1FhFTI/www.demonbaby.com/pics/americanworld.gif/

ODE TO LA BRUJITA VERON

The decorum is scant on the production
of fan videos. Digital satirists the lot of them,
they run the clips through with the music of their
exertion, as if it were that person’s very own aerobic
theme song, those scrappy notes that push peons
past finite reps & into the Warrior Dome Zone.
Like, you and me, we’d probably pick the theme
from Rocky, or that fancy piano puddle in the theme
from Chariots of Fire. But these fans, they have the taste
of deaf leaves. They honor the players by butchering
the sustained intent of their volleys into highlight-reel petards?
They honor the players by making them marionettes
to White Horse or We are the Champions, or some
Norweigan death metal band scorching churches?
When did we start letting fans architect theme music ardor?
But, who is left to pen guitar whines to accompany
Verón’s sinister gallop mode? Who could headbut
the speakers into trilling a sound not unlike a witches’
mix-tape of Vikings crashing into moribund jetties?
There is overkill information about Verón to consider.
Verón’s known as little witch because his father
was one hell of a sorcerer; and, they both played for
Estudiantes, on some circle-is-complete-shit.
Verón’s not your man if you like flash, dang custard,
showoffatron maneuvers or tantric arithmetic.
He’s like that truck you drive, your father’s truck,
whenever you visit them for winter. The hood is bald;
the chassis rattles like an ingot pinata; the rear fender
is rust confederated. But give that truck some gas and
the hood buckles bold releasing gibbous torque wake.

ODE TO WAYNE ROONEY (REVISED)

Ode to Wayne Rooney
by Yago S. Cura


Maybe, Rooney’s a wallop physicist
with poppy-seed eyes, Captain England
inside the cavernous gun range.

Perhaps, Rooney’s a shy statistician,
a shylock prawn, a litigant against the Sun
for libel and defamation, an adolescent-plated
street arab with size-up on the mind.

I think we can all agree, Rooney’s a carnivore,
the stevedore of an Integrated Torque Cannon,
occupant of a Man U oxygen tank, and
harnesses a Howitzer caliber despite
his metatarsals.

My man Rooney marquise the poise
of a druid transmitting Control Totem:

An amplitude of control past
mere absorption of the balón.

Rooney’s repertoire includes chipping it
over goalies’ heads when they forget themselves
in relation to the skirmish in play,

And lambasting a barrel-down, zero-tolerance
policy against whomever stands in the arco
the transcept, the pulpit and the lintel.

He plays like an ambitious intern
at the Patent Office where plans for
a Goalie Death Ray are discussed
by querulous agents.

POST IT LOVE NOTE FROM MY BEAUTIFUL FRAU

ART FOR ISSUE TWO

My wife just started her sixth year as a high school Spanish teacher. When she first started teaching a teacher gave her this old book on how to teach Spanish. This book has become like a talisman for her. Recently, she showed me this book, and I am trying to convince the art editor to let us use this to make banners and the hull of issue #2. Well, Adolfo Barandiaran, what do you think of these images?

ODE TO BATISTUTA

Your father had to be a butcher to have given you
Omar as a middle name. Omar, the butcher's kid, a
striker of unpardonable efficiency, a Terminator
cleaver made of volcano ore and Skytel metalurgy.
And then his mane made women dedicate themselves
to follicle cults and galloping kerotene chambers.
El Bati scored so many goals that they had to start
designating the prettier ones Batigols. Came up
with Bielsa, locked horns with Passarrella, so you
have definitely come through the Argentine Mythology
Combine. Tecnico Narcisas speaks marvels of your killer,
saying that you don't pardon lives. You can watch the
clips all day, the depots of clips, the terrabytes of
bests of and the duty reels. It's just that Bati can
lambaste the corner of that post with spitfire precision;
and, that's from well outside the box, the ball meteoring
past defensemen, whipping the toothpaste white netting.

NEW TITLE FROM HINCHAS DE POESIA PRESS

This is Amanda Duran's zine, Oskar and Oskar's Autospielen Cafe. I advise you to click on the image because it's hand drawn by Mrs. Duran. Amanda is a high school Spanish teacher in NYC and a native of Los Angeles. Her favorite color is purple, and her favorite movie is Willy Wonka. Over the summer, Amanda was in Germany and was inspired to make this zine by Oskar Schmidt, the gorgeous little mann of Jurgen and Yvon Schmidt. The Schmidt's live in Ravensburg, Germany and like to drive a Volvo station wagon in excess of 200 kilometers per hour on the Autobahn.

ODE TO CANIGGIA

The reason your name doesn't gong more eternal
in the Adirondacks and Denali of 90 minutes play
is because you wore the colors that suited
you when you needed them to matter and the fans
don't have that option. If their hearts bleed blue
and gold then they had you on lock when you were
busy peeling out in the Bombonera, but you were
also very prodigious playing for the Plate? Shit,
you've even played for the Rangers in Glasgow and
the rabid sheiks that run the Qatar Sports Club.
In other words, it is as if you've been Maradonized.
As if Maradona had come down from on high and clipped
those little wingtips of prolonged celebrity quotient.
I mean, Caniggia, had it in spades. It being a dollop
of the demi-god, a reverence reserved for the prettiest
Aryans, those model fucks with luxurious hair bounties.
My man could glide with quickness, I think some Peronists
probably timed him silly in the barn of some futbol club
and the news spread like unmitigated flu purloin. Maybe he
could sprint 100 meters in under 11 seconds, but how much faster
could he go if the sins of Father Maradona were not some
unforeseen dumbbell, some aggregate riposte on the albatross.
Caniggia was possibly the last albatross in the land
where the toilets flush backwards. An ass, no doubt, but
at the same time, he is a manner of the celeste and white
that typifies the Argentine national team. But back to the
bird metaphors, let's just say that Caniggia was largely
believed to be the fastest white soccer player playing in
the world and to watch the clips you would think that
there is no way a man's stride could cut so much distance
could mow down the green continent spread out before him.
Caniggia could run fast, like wow, because he was a stringy
and tall god-like motherfucker that could run like an animal.

ODE TO JAVIER MASCHERANO

After Maradona calls you a monster, what do you do?
Do you: a.) careen feetfirst into the feet of an Inter striker?
b.) sideswipe opponents like a squirrel sumo? c.) chest bump
the referee and push off your coach who has to eyefuck you
so that you shut your mudhole and cool your fool. So you lost
some time at West Ham and blamed London on the your soul cirrhosis.
At least you got to play with Tevez which must have made the team
like a River Plate two-seater. But now, now, you have come into
it thick at Liverpool. The ghost of your own Nike botin follows you
around the training grounds; the gravy train was delayed for a bit
bit it is coming ladden with sports drink endorsements and power
gels, aerobic rocket powders. Your moon is up, son, and remember
that endorsement from Maradona. Him calling you a monster is like
the ball crying that the foot is a brutal counterpart.

ODE TO WAYNE ROONEY

Young-ass, no-neck-having, endorsed out the wazoo
undecipherable governor. Captain England in the gun
range, mumbler, shy statistician, grotesque ducats
in trade ploys and blackmail jousting in the Sunfor libel tournaments when all my man wants
is to field a volley from midfield, absorb it in some
turgidly benign way with swollen gravity and Howitzer
on the poor sap they've sentenced to deflect his meteors.

My man, Rooney, marquees the poise of a physicist
calibrating the Goalie Death Ray. His little black eyes
(almost too small for his cranium) like mediocre poppies
with aftertaste wallop. It's like you can almost spy the
deliberate assessment, the size-up this adolescent-plated
street arab has on his mind. And then he is known for chipping
it over goalies' heads when they venture out too far, forget
themselves in relation to the skirmish in play. And then he is
known for bringing the full hip wrath, the torque shoulder canon
the barrel-down carnivore, the lambasted targets, the pity of the
oxygen tank, the lameness of the metatarsals.