I confess, I have a particular hatred of resumés. It probably started when I first had to create my own, but has long since gone beyond that. The damn things just nauseate me, no matter whose they are. It doesn't help that you can't spell it correctly without those wretched accent marks. Ugh. I can't even explain it. It's like the cockroach reaction. It doesn't make sense that they're any worse than any other vermin, but for some reason they are. I see a resumé scurrying up my screen and I just want to knock it off and stomp on it until I can't tell what it used to be anymore.
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