Miriam Young:
why
my brain has a website
Once upon a time
When I was a young girl, the world
was a simpler place. Or so it seemed. People had jobs with titles that
were easy to explain. Roles and boundaries were clearly defined. Girls
wanted to be ballerinas and boys wanted to drive fire engines. And
whether or not you got to pursue your dream, once you
set out on a career path it was pretty much a straight road all the way
to retirement.
Your social status was defined by your job title and the car you drove.
The way you dressed told everybody which style of music you liked. And
nominating your style was easy because each band was classified within a
distinctive genre.
Then the music started to get mixed up, styles were fused
and new crossover genres were named. Clothing and hairstyles were mixed
and matched. Body-piercing went from being freaky to mass-market. And on the work front, multi-tasking
came to the fore as a standard.
Having original ideas became cool. Regimented management levels
started
to melt. Getting ahead meant demonstrating the potential to
have the
next big idea, not resting on the laurels of previous triumphs. Survival
of the fittest replaced the 'job for life'.
Or maybe things had always been that way. And I had simply grown up.
And then, somebody invented the internet
Talk about breaking down the barriers.
With information and ideas circumnavigating the planet way quicker than I
can start my laptop, and opinions and definitions being formed and
deconstructed upon the click of a mouse (by next year that phrase will
probably be as redundant as VHS), the world and all we thought we knew
about it are changing, shall we say, very fast.
It's no longer relevant for me to say "I am a writer" or "I am a
salesperson" or "I am a publicist" because the work I do
makes use of all these skills and more. I'm not even sure about saying "I come from England"
because it's that many years since I lived there. The definitions
portrayed by our professional titles, working roles, dress codes and
musical tastes are all blurred.
Yes, but why does my
brain have its own website?
My brain has learned to do so many
useful things that presenting them in a
traditional CV doesn't do it justice. A list of job titles and employers
too easily masks the more relevant lists of skills and task experiences.
This website allows potential employers much easier navigation through
my brain's capabilities.
My brain powers everything I do, whether it's thinking about the words
to write on this page, hitting the keys that type them, enabling me to
cycle to the shop to buy more tea, or motivating me to run a marathon.
In honour of that, I have bestowed my brain its very own website.
Please feel free to look around inside my brain and discover how it can
help you to get a job done well. So I can earn some money to buy more
tea. And running shoes.
Oh, and by the way
I couldn't resist putting this in here somewhere.
My brain has a MENSA qualifying IQ of 133. That's in the top 2% of the
population.
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