I asked myself, how do you get a chief pilot to read your resume, when he receives a hundred resumes a week? How do you get him to remember yours when you're one of dozens with similar qualifications? How do you get him to keep it, and to call you? How do you stay in someone's face without making them hate you. And then something occurred to me.
If you ever read comic books in the 1970s or 1980s, you might remember the ads for Hostess Twinkies. They took the form of extremely lame comic strips, and the villain was always felled in some unlikely manner, usually through the application of cream-filled dessert cakes.
That's what I need: a resume in the form of a serialized comic strip. Do you remember when you were a kid, no matter how bad the Hostess Twinkie adventures were, you couldn't help but read the things? There's the other option: convince Steve Badger that I'm sane enough to fly his airplanes, but loopy enough that Air Canada would never touch me. Of course, that leaves WestJet, who seem to like their employees a little loopy.
Not that I'd ever do anything that mad. Or did I?
Also the chief pilot of Armadillo Airlines called me yesterday, based on an ordinary, non-cartoon resume. I don't think it will pan out because my PPC is not current on his aircraft, but it's nice to be thought of. And I love his accent.