Love The Way You Lie

Really though, why are all facets of life based on how well you lie?

I've applied for so many jobs and haven't heard a damn thing back besides the sea of rejections emails I am currently burning to stay warm in my office.  My resumes means nothing to me.  Black and white words condensed to as close to one page as possible that with the help of a thesaurus captures a minute amount of the tasks I accomplished at each job.

But what are words on a paper without a voice to back them, right?
We now enter the realm of interviews.  Thirty minutes to an hour of nerves sitting in a room that may as well have white walls and padding to catch all the crazy that enters it.  You sit around a large table with one to four other individuals hoping they will ask you the questions to which you have the best canned responses prepared and offer you the position on the spot.

There are some really awful people that continue to be hired and promoted based on how they look on a sheet.  Why can't I be judged on my abilities, perseverance or resourcefulness?  My third grade teacher had be hook up her power point system.  The old women at the office go nuts for my work ethic; that can't be described on paper.

My GPA is not an accurate reflection of my aptitude and neither is my resume.  If you want to hire a skilled liar then I hope to god you are filling a sales position.