slave records of a contemporary resumé

EDUCATION:

B.A-from University of California at Santa Barbara, June 2000.


EMPLOYMENT:


Security. June 2004-June 2005

• Provided security for both guests and employees
• Worked late night shifts
• Montiored by Close Circuit Television
• Conducted random fire/safety to ensure compliance
• Nightly/daily report writing
• Conducted nightly security briefings and follow ups

Editor/Photo-Journalist Assistant. Feburary 2003-Current

• Research and Devlopment for Travel Destinations
• Event Planning
• Prepared Photographic Slide Shows
• Assisted in Editing for News Stories
• Conducted interviews with people in/around general area

Consultant. June 2001-January 2002

• Performed international & domestic financial audits
• Translated foreign work laws
• Educated clients on how to comply with international & domestic work laws
• Reported on workplace environment to ensure proper employee safety and compensation

Teacher’s Assistant, UC Santa Barbara, 1999-2000

• Member of Committee Board.
• Assisted Department Head for the creation of the course
• Liaison between students and staff for all aspects of the course.
• Grading students work and course projects.
• Public speaking to large groups on a range of topics.
• Lead discussion groups on diversity issues involving
• Resident Advisors and university residents.

Resident Director. 1999-2000

• Directly responsible for the management of all Resident Advisors.
• Initiated a weekly open forum for conflict resolution in addition to weekly staff meetings.
• Responsible for all administrative duties pertaining to student and staff record keeping.
• Ensure safety and well being for university residents and all Resident Advisors.
• Event planning and logistics co-ordination.
• Chief Editor for Quarterly Publication

Office Administrative. 1997-1999

• Responsible for inventory and commercial procurement for the entire department.
• Data entry and retrieval from (MS Excel & PowerPoint) databases.
• Assisted with Student with academic related services.

SPECIAL SKILLS

• Languages: Speak, Read, Write: French, Portuguese, and Spanish.
• Computer Knowledge: IBM & Macintosh Computers.
• Software Applications: PageMaker, PhotoShop, Excel, MS Word 97 & 2000, Windows 98 & 2000, Microsoft Word & Excel and Microsoft, Front Page.

anything else?

The Image of working. . . . . hard!

During my full 8.5 hours of work, I stare at papers with over zealous curiosity as though I am about to break new leads or find a cure of the world's diseases and problems. I answer the phones as though I am really excited to get to know each person who calls. These same people, however, are usually pissed off, because it is my job to ask questions regarding the nature of their call. I have to maintain a sense of cool, and for the most part, I actually enjoy having people being rude and nasty with me on the phone. I usually find a professional way of saying

"Fuck You!".... or better yet "I'll transfer your call," one moment please!

I stare at the computer monitor as if I am doing research. From a different angle, it looks like I am typing something, the truth is I have nothing related to work, I'm typing messages to friends via e-mail. When a thousand e-mails have been sent, I find a way to look busy, as I hold a blue pen in my left hand (I am not right handed sorry!) to pretend to be writing something really important down. Sometimes, I make the best drawings of people and letters with this blue pen. The calculator next to my computer is also handy, I check my spending and I balance my check book. The automatic stapler is also a fun thing to have. I create beautiful art as I punch pieces of paper from different angels and positions. The stapler remover is also a fun gadget to have as well, I use this to attack all the beautiful art I just made on several sheets of paper; also its a great stress reliever.

The monthly calendars serves like a road map of life. I stare at possible dates when I want to quit my job. Oh yeah, I also get two 15 minutes breaks during my day at work and one 1 hour lunch break. That is where I sit in the employee break-room with other employees who I don't know very well and they are somewhat afraid of making some type of dialogue, so we usually talk about something work related, or if we are lucky, we would dare to speak about the outisde world of work, by pointing out the great features one can find at Staples or Office Max stores. Around this point of the conversation, I'll put on my head phones and listen to some music, some songs I put on repeat. Going back to the desk. . . . .I will mention to my fellow co-workers on how my lunch was the best, though, they probably didn't know that my lunch usually consist of two peanut butter n' jelly sandwich, and maybe some fruit. Just to make sure that we are all working equally, once in a while, I will turn around to my fellow co-worker and ask if "there's anything I can help you with?" or "How are things going?" I usually get a response of "thanks for asking, I'm okay." Its probable that my fellow co-worker is doing the same thing like I am doing, by starring at un-necessary paper-work by scrolling through pages after pages of useless information. But, we are getting paid for this image, right?

After a while, I get sick of seeing my fellow co-workers, and by sure luck, I might get some delivery person who's just dropping of some packages or letters, they may not know this, but they drive around in the streets, a world outside of the office world; and their time at my desk is maybe less than 2 minutes. But, those 2 minutes help to wonder and image what the world outside of this office is like around 2pm.

I forgot to mention that numerous of rest-room breaks I take. I often go there to hide from my work or the lack thereof. I think about new business ideas or travel destinations. The last 30 minutes of work seem to go on forever. The phones are ringing like crazy. Starring at the clock, starring at the clock, its 4:40! Turn around, look away, look away, checking e-mails again, write another one, look busy, busy, busy, busy! Score!. . . Its 5pm! Another long hardwork day is over, so now my next hardest job will be to drive along all those who probably were doing the samething I did. . . nothing!

Los Scandalous in Los Angeles

As my flight made it finally approach to LAX (Los Angeles International) there was not much a sigh of relief, the sky was orange and blue, I forgot about the supreme air quality of this great city.

Barely three weeks since I made my return to this city of Angels, I find myself trapped in traffic, pissed off and angry. My road rage is back again at full force. The radio stations don't play music anymore, everyone is trying to sell you something and everyone is trying to be the number 1 station in the southland. I have more of a work out on my lower legs, as I continually press the brakes and the other foot on the accelerator. Stop and go, stop and go, stop and turn, turn and stop. Millions of people are coming to this city everyday, majority are waiting to become the next big thing, whether its in music or acting. You see these people everywhere: Your waiter is waiting to become the lead singer in a band film. Your car deal is a part time Porn star. Your apartment manager is probably watching that porn star on some adult movie. The guy skateboarding at the beach, has been in several movies and has a house up on the hills, but you wouldn't know that or assume, because, his jeans are worn and shoes are dirty, but he drives a brand new Audi. Even the News Casters are giving you a show, they open up the nightly news with crime, local news and the great weather and they end with that great smile, "have a Good Night" Everything is great in LA, that is the attitude. High gas prices "everything is great in LA" Police Brutality, "ah, LA!" High cost of living "LA, my kinda town"

Later during my first week home, I met up with some old friends and suddenly realized that not only do I not fit into their world of marriage, children, but I have been falling off the marker, as some of my friends are the new members of the American homeowners society; I guess I can't take part of the full Membership of their Country Club. Everyday I was reminded that "well, everyone can't get up and travel around, some of us have to get up in the morning and go to work!" As though, I was living in a world without the realities of work and income. My travel buddy of mine, told me that I shouldn't blame myself for my situation. And he reminded me that we did took GUTS and courage. But, my dear friend knows that the sad reality is that most people won't be rewarded for such GUTS or courage, they overall want to see a return to the normalcy of things and life.

I return to a place, where I can easily find low-paying work, where I am asked to dress professionally, and have a winning personality, as though you are making millions of dollars, while my check shows a pay rate of $10.00 an hour. After work, I do a 6 mile walk along the beach, any reason doing so? To stay in or get into shape and plus, I really don't have much to do around this large city. I can't afford to drive around and I don't really have any place to drive to. My family members live in different areas of town and trying to drop by and visit everyone of them............well, with the current gas prices of $2.79 a gallon, we can chat by phone or send an e-mail. Also since being back, I lack the desire to explore or take pictures, this place is home for me and I seriously want to get away from this place. I am sure many people (and friends) go through this same feeling when you return home from seeing new places and people and suddenly you are brought back to a place where you don't belong. That is what I am going through right now.

Though, I have many friends in other places who kindly offer a place for me to go. But, having to decide on going to Boise, Phoenix, and Portland, I'm going crazy trying to figure out what place I would go to first or if at all. Many these places I just mentioned, I lived some years ago. I worry that I am chasing a past life that might not exist.

Nevertheless, the adventure continues. . . . . . . .