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I need to translate my resume and cover letter into Swedish. I could swear that I'd already done this not so long ago, but since I can't find the damn things anywhere, I guess not. argh. Yes, I'm fluent in Swedish, but that mostly means reading and speaking. I can write Swedish, but it's embarrassing, all my grammar faults and literal translations right there in black and white for people to snicker at, so I've managed to avoid it as much as possible since leaving Swedish For Immigrants. Time to suck it up and do the necessary here. Argh argh argh. Another job opening in the paper this weekend that fit my abilities, so I've fired off a resume (in English) along with a cover letter (in English) explaining why I am the best person on earth! for this job! Hire me!

I'm beginning to understand why the word for sigh in Swedish is suck.


Despite having gotten a job in Sweden, I've never done any serious job-hunting here, and am feeling my way forward like a blind person. I've asked others who HAVE been out there and gotten a list of websites to register with and publish my resume with and search jobs on. I've been extremely lucky in my life and have never had to search for a job the way I'm searching now. I'm also up against 3 other people that I CURRENTLY work with, for much the same jobs.

I'm sure that I'm somewhere within the 5 stages of grief or bereavement, even though this is a job and not a loved one that is passing, but I'm not sure where I am. Even though I'm taking positive steps, I feel a bit numb, and keep expecting someone to come in and announce that hey! no! it's okay! Ericsson changed their mind! I guess that qualifies as denial, right? Next up: Anger.

Upon googling the "5 stages of grief" I found an interesting article that insists the 5 steps are bogus and that the real work of resolving grief needs to start with Acceptance. The article insists that we go through these 5 steps every day, sometimes several times, and that it is not until we reach the Acceptance stage that anything can be done. Whatever.*

Saturday was a crazy day. My brother and I took the kids and went to a Stone Age Village in Höör (try pronouncing THAT one without a) giggling b) spitting) with the AWC. We had a good turnout and Morgan, an AWC member who has worked there for 2 summers did the tour in English. We also had a Stone Age dinner, which was really interesting, if somewhat marred by the modern notes of safety considerations that arise when one is cooking with firepits and stones. The entire "village" is a re-construction, since there is so little archaelogical record of stone age life that they consider nearly 80% of their knowledge to be educated guesswork.

The food preparation was interesting, and the meal turned out quite good, although considerable cheating had to be done to make sure it was ready fast enough for us to eat in a 2-hour time period. We had pork brushed with honey and salt, wrapped in birchbark and rushes, and then with aluminium foil to foil those wily ground bacteria, and then buried with hot stones underground for 2 hours. In addition, we made cabbage and leek soup, and had small bread patties baked on a firestone, along with hazelnut & honey cookies.

There were 4 activities for us to play with as well: bow-and-arrow shooting, flint knapping, making a stone age "cellphone," and making a round rope with string which turns out to be perfect for those friendship bracelets that were all the rage not so long ago. Surprisingly, it was Karin that wanted to make the bracelet, while Martin went off to knapp flint. He was fascinated with the flint and collected quite a pile of stones that luckily I didn't have to persuade him were not going home with us by the simple expedient of reminding him that the next visitors to the stone age village might like to see them.

The strings for the bracelet were tied to 4 wooden dowels and then hung from a post above our heads. Karin and I stood facing each other with 2 each of the dowels in our hands, 1 with blue string and 1 with white. We had to simultaneously release and catch opposing dowels in turn, which is not an easy task, especially when you're 5 years old and shaky on the whole left-hand-right-hand thing. But we managed admirably, despite a couple of bobbles, and settled into the swing (hee!) of it after I switched to saying "Blue! White! Blue! White!" instead of "Left! Right!" We ended up with a long enough braided rope to make into 2 double-wrapped bracelets so Martin got one, too.

In the meantime, Martin and John made the "stone age cellphones:" bull-roarers, consisting of a small, beveled, flat piece of wood and a length of string looped through the hole in the end and then twisted up. When swung in a circle, it makes a curious roaring humming sound that can be heard for up to 1 kilometer away. John tried to call Germany to talk to Simone with it, but apparently there was no signal. :)

Afterwards, we raced home to a crayfish party hosted by us, prepared by Anders while John and I were out playing. 2 other couples had arrived just before we made it home, and we had a blast on the tent-and-tarp-enclosed porch with crayfish and quiche and snaps and much hilarity with the Beaver Leader jokes.

Now, party season is over for awhile, and singing and club stuff take center stage. I dropped my brother off this morning at the ferry terminal so he could head home, which was a bit of a drag since he's a great houseguest and really livened up the last week and a half. I wasn't successful in talking him into getting his own LJ, though, more's the pity.

Something Dreadful in the Mail Each Month to Brighten Your Life: Bunny of the Month Club
(thanks to lonita for the link!)

*hahaha! me so funny! :D
mood: calm
music: The Hollies—Air That I Breathe


I always hated writing in patient's medical journals where White-Out is not allowed and my mistakes would become part of a permanent record. Agggg!

Even though AMS is pretty much useless, I have actually gotten a job from them. I also use the search engine that mails job openings to me that match my search words.

The problem with AMS is that I'm not (yet) unemployed. I'm not sure I can sign up with them in my situation, although I will find out. What's the name of the search engine you're referring to?

It's on the AMS homepage under platsbanken--> Bevaka jobb!

I'm a job hunting machine! I can help you out if you want. I may have to do much the opposite shortly (translate everything to English, jump into the US market etc.).

Any help is MUCH appreciated!! :) I'm looking for a Marketing Coordinator/Assistent/formgivare job within Marketing/PR/Advertising, full-time, fast anställd in Lund or Malmö. I've signed up with Jobline and Manpower so far and sent my resume to a couple of jobs that they had and that Sydsvenskan had. The translation to Swedish of my CV and cover letter is making me crazy...everything that sounds impressive in English just sounds like BRAGGING in Swedish! :(

"I'm sure that I'm somewhere within the 5 stages of grief or bereavement, even though this is a job and not a loved one that is passing, but I'm not sure where I am."

I'm sorry, I've only really just caught up with this. I know how you feel, I was once sacked (not really for anything personal, a new guy who came in and sacked all senior women in fact) and I was amazed how it hits you. I simply dissolved for some days. It took me about a week to pull myself back to normal. So don't be suprised, this DOES feel like bereavement, give yourself a bit of time and a few treats - really.

Also, you KNOW you'll find another job (in my case the sacking turned out great for me, though I would not have believed that at the time), so just be calm and all that. Anyway, I'm telling you stuff you know, but just wanted to say it.

thank you for the kind words and encouragement, every little bit helps! :)

I don't always agree with my mother (in fact I rarely do :-) ) but she does have this way of saying that when she looks back on her life - she's in her seventies now - the set-backs often turned out to be blessings in disguise. It sounds trite, but I do think there is truth in it.

I'm sure you'll be fine.

Yes, I had read a similar article regarding Elsabeth Kubler-Ross's work saying it was flawed and had somehow become
"the definitive word" on grief and grieving.
As someone once said, when doors close, windows open. All the best in your search for new employment!

Job hunting not fun! Poor you!
Did you order some bunnies? I wish I could get them. Very odd.

no, cuz they're EXPENSIVE. Still, too damn funny for words! I laughed my head off at that site. :D

I really want those bunnies. I particularly like the two-headed one and the alien one. :)

I KNEW you'd like it! I loved them all madly.

You make me feel glad that I only have to do my resume in English! I think you definitely mourn a job when you "lose" it.

Hang in there!

Ive read so much on the 5 stages of grief in the past 6 months that I cant bear to read any more! All I know is that while I seem to cycle through all 5 on a regular basis, only one stage is dominant for a while. We all go through it differently though and the 5 steps is just something to help you get through it and understand.

Aaaaanyways, I hope you don't have to job hunt for too long. I imagine that you're quite talented and will find a job before you know it! I'm crossing my fingers and toes for you :)

thank you, sweetie! I appreciate it. :) I know what you mean about cycling through the 5 stages (or however the hell many you are)...sometimes it seems an endless process.

I LOVE those bunnies. You definitely need a few of them while you're going through your stages, whatever they may be. I liked the Siamese twin one.

woah! the bunny thing was cute& funny mostly, but also very weird (ie: "Real animals parts (e.g. chicken feet, skulls, etc.) OK or NOT OK? Cute or morbid or a mix?")

about the grief. I think that loss is loss. Doesn't matter if it's a person or a job. It's a significant part of your life. It's involuntary. It requires you to do distasteful things (job hunting) that you didn't want to do right now.

Give yourself comfort. (a good excuse to eat chocolate! I found a great one with chilis!! in it... and drink hot chocolate with cinnamon)
And listen to Bob Marley, "when one door is closed, when one door is closed, many more is open"

forgive me for over advice giving behaviors. I don't know what's gotten into me lately.

I don't mind at all, keep it coming! Especially if it's all like "eat chocolate, listen to Bob Marley!" :) :)

Suck indeed. Job hunting always sucks the big one.

I'm glad you had a nice crayfish party. I'm confused though - does your brother live in Sweden too?? How did you both come to live there?? :)

He lives in Germany (way down south by the Austrian border). He came up to visit for a week and a half :)

Oh okay, that makes sense :) I'm glad he's close to Austria, rather than being in the midst of 'ch-ermany' :)


o, baby. That sucks. That sucks AND sighs all over the f'ing place. I'm so sorry. I just caught up on your news and well, once again with the sucking and the sighing. If it helps any (and it never does when someone says that, so scratch that) i'm in an abysmal mood. Over nothing. Nothing at all. I'm just in a snit. I know, I know. That's so very disapointing coming from me. I'm sure you thought little birds help me get dressed in the morning and sunshine pours out my lower orifice, but truly, sometimes I am just plain ass mean. And so i am deserving of suckage, but you... o, darling... you are deserving only of lovely things with wings and all the sushi you can eat. Much tea and sympathy xoxoxoxox Wee

You are too sweet and too kind. I know that sunshine doesn't pour out of your bottom end, but let me tell you, it cheers me up every time I get a message from you, so if that ain't sunshine I don't know what is :)

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