Are you one in 12.5 billion?

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I’m on a rant about resumes again. If my little ode to a musical didn’t convince you, I thought I’d share the math to convince you.

My lesson starts with a shocking number: 12.5 billion.

There are 12.5 billion resumes submitted every year in the US.

While it is a significant number, 12.5 billion doesn’t seem that enormous when you look at some of the other numbers I dug up for you over the weekend. According to my trusty friend Google and sources like the US government, currently, there are 154 million jobs available in the US.

Let me do some math here. If we assume even distribution of jobs and resumes (which we know is just not true), then there are a little over 80 resumes submitted for every position. Yes, I understand the math isn’t reality, and there are a ton of other data points you should know, but it makes a bit of a point and is a startling number.

You know another startling number? 7

That’s the number of minutes, if you’re lucky, someone is spending reading your resume. And that only happens if your resume or LinkedIn profile is dotted with the keywords that match the recruiter’s search.

What annoys me more are the endless new companies popping up each day to crawl through the “data of you” and match you to a job.

You are not a data set.

I’ve had the delight of hiring hundreds of people over my career. I can emphatically state that I never made a single offer due to his data set.

So this is my plea to the hiring companies; It’s my plea to LinkedIn, my plea to all the tech companies creating AI-driven algorithms: You’re reinventing the wrong thing.

Don’t reinvent the way to find the resume in the 12.5 billion. Reinvent the resume.

We are not robots.

Who am I anyway? Am I my resume?

Who am I anyway?
Am I my resume?
That is a picture of a person I don’t know.

What does he want from me?
What should I try to be?
So many faces all around, and here we go.
I need this job, oh God, I need this show.

When I work, I am prone to listen to old musicals as my background noise. I’m not talking about just the soundtrack; I play the movie on a separate tab of my browser semi-listening to the dialog and songs. Musicals are my happy place.

An idea has been rattling around in my head for a while to write an article about the musical Gypsy, about how it’s just a story of self-realization. I mean, “Everything’s coming up Rose!” is basically a song about a woman who’s been the power behind the scenes wanting, for just one moment, to be the star. LOVE IT.

This past week, however, I was listening to A Chorus Line. Similar to Gypsy, it’s a back-to-back tap dancing extravaganza of “please like me!” songs. I was plugging away on some spreadsheet or another, and a remarkable tenor voice rang out:

Who am I anyway? Am I my resume?
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