This Old Resume

The musical "Chorus Line" contains a song with the lines, "Who am I anyway? Am I my resume?"  I thought of those lines recently when I came across one of my first professional CVs, a document listing jobs I've long since forgotten — writing scripts for a public television station — and interests — music and reading — I've continued to enjoy but have long since ceased to record. 

And then there were the personal details. I listed my birthday, marital status, even my height and weight. Were these  required? I wasn't seeking a position as an airline flight attendant but a high school English teacher!

A key phrase in these old resumes was "agreeable to relocation." And looking at a list of the places I sent them — Wyoming, California, New Mexico — that could be assumed. What a quaint concept in these days of remote work. 

And what a quaint document in general, this old resume, with the blotchy printing and the inclusion of my middle name "Leet," which I'm proud to bear but haven't used in decades. 

Am I my resume? Not this one.