The more I look at my résumé, the more I despise it. Part of this comes from the fact that as of now mine is less than impressive. Maybe my loathing is some form of a defense mechanism, an excuse for not getting a dream job. Mostly, though, I despise it because to many, a résumé defines who they are and determines the way in which they judge other people. This makes me angry and breaks my heart. How can a person be defined by a single sheet of paper? I can’t, or at least I’d like to think I can’t.

In practice, résumés act as a method of weeding out the many to get the few. Lives are glanced over in 15 seconds. “Yes, you’re good enough” or more likely “No, we’re better than you.” Life is too complicated for such a binary decision. I shouldn’t take it personally, but it’s hard not to.

Rather than submit to a system that I don’t believe in, I’ve decided to take an unconventional approach. Instead of sending my life’s work on a sheet of paper, I’ll be sending the following: hire.rsefer.com.