Comments on: Day 167 — Over-Rated Words http://www.girlonthebrink.com/2009/09/15/over-rated-words/ Panicked, desperate and going for broke, Girl on the Brink, a professional, divorced urban mom, chronicles her day-to-day existence in the brave new, bushwhacked economy from the day she got fired. Tue, 06 Apr 2010 02:25:29 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.6 hourly 1 By: Dick http://www.girlonthebrink.com/2009/09/15/over-rated-words/comment-page-1/#comment-478 Dick Tue, 15 Sep 2009 18:14:23 +0000 http://www.girlonthebrink.com/?p=4086#comment-478 I'm not sure about the dating sites, but my experience indicates that the job descriptions are written (or rewritten) by the weenies in the human resources department. Said weenies have no idea of what skills are required to actually do the job but are easily impressed by resumes containing the same words that they had in their posting. ("Look, a perfect match for this job!!!!!!!!") Maybe it's just because I have grown a bit older, but the thought of an adventuresome woman just kind of puts me off a bit because I'm just not sure what that means. Does it mean I'll be having dinner with the first female Edmund Hillary? At least that's the first thought that comes to mind. Of course after that come the memories of my hiking "adventure" which turned out to be a near-death experience, or at leas felt like one. That's when I learned that I was a walker, not a hiker. Hikers are tuff. (And mean.) I’m not sure about the dating sites, but my experience indicates that the job descriptions are written (or rewritten) by the weenies in the human resources department. Said weenies have no idea of what skills are required to actually do the job but are easily impressed by resumes containing the same words that they had in their posting. (”Look, a perfect match for this job!!!!!!!!”)

Maybe it’s just because I have grown a bit older, but the thought of an adventuresome woman just kind of puts me off a bit because I’m just not sure what that means. Does it mean I’ll be having dinner with the first female Edmund Hillary? At least that’s the first thought that comes to mind. Of course after that come the memories of my hiking “adventure” which turned out to be a near-death experience, or at leas felt like one. That’s when I learned that I was a walker, not a hiker. Hikers are tuff. (And mean.)

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