Where should one start out telling the tale of one’s life?
Especially when you ‘ve never been the kind of man that fits in that pre-defined box of credentials that would make a human resource manager all smiles and think (s)he’s found the perfect guy for the job.
I probably am the perfect guy for the job, though.
But there 's a catch in having retained a childlike wandering eye and keen interest in most anything you meet upon your path, since as such you do not record a lot of evidence that fits in the mindframe through which HR tries to know the beautiful place this World is.
I grew up around my old man's trucks. They were so full of technique. My old man always wanted me to go into the family business. Like most fathers do, I guess. And so I didn’t. Because I had always had a way around words, and I went to college. Got myself a fancy degree in linguistics and cultural studies. Worked evenings and holidays to pay up for that degree as my stubborn old man wasn’t willing to. Eventually, I got the degree. Decided to go travelling without it. Ended up in the family business to pay up for that travelling. And when I was through travelling, to pay up for mortgage. Found other jobs to keep paying up for mortgage. Mortgage is one compelling, cold hearted son of a ***, let me tell you that much. It's a good thing a man's fire place makes up for that in soul. And well … them jobs? They worked out fine. But no job lasted, of course.
Until I started working as a technical translator a couple of years ago. I suddenly found myself on this huge crossroads of words and technique. It was just brilliant. Why didn't I come up with that idea when I was a teenager?
Feeling quite comfortable with my new found spot in this world, I soon learned the tricks of the trade and before long I thought, well, why not start out doing this on my own? I reckon I’d be a great help for anyone reading this.
I ‘d be glad to help you out even … so why not hire me?
My pleasure.