Near-daily messages from our career-services department remind me that fall is coming, recruiters are gearing up for the MBA recruiting season, and it's time to update my résumé. While I'm not aiming for a traditional MBA career, I am planning to explore a few different ways to accomplish my goal of helping the non-profit world, which means that, for me too, it's time to update my résumé.
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| Anne Ruybalid (Turchi)
University of Washington
Class of 2007
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I've said goodbye to Turchi, the name that has served me so well these past 29 years, and hello to Ruybalid, my new husband's last name. Marty and I were married on Aug. 13. Our wedding was just like the marketers in the wedding industry have always told me that it should be: magical. Many of my B-school classmates drove down from Seattle to Portland for the wedding, which took place outdoors at a park. Serena Davidson, our wedding photographer, took a picture of the MBA group:
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Serena put a few other wedding photos on her photo blog.
After removing, adding, removing, then finally adding Turchi back, in parentheses, I sliced my first "real" job off the end of my résumé and replaced it with my summer internship.
My internship was unlike those of my classmates in a few ways. For starters, it was part-time. I wanted to have time for my fiancé, friends, family, wedding planning, and honeymooning. Also, I worked remotely. My supervisor and I communicated with each other via e-mail and telephone. Third, I took on a project with a non-profit (YMCA of the USA) rather than with a company experienced in hiring MBA interns. Here's how it went:
In March, I jetted off to the YMCA of the USA Headquarters in Chicago to meet with the national consultant for YMCA of the USA Arts & Humanities, Jason Shinder, and discuss summer possibilities. Since I wanted a job, I wore what any earnest business school student who had been listening to her career services coach would wear: a suit.
When I entered the room, Jason looked at me and said, "Anne, you're wearing a suit." Then, as more people entered the room for the meeting, he told them "Meet Anne; Anne's wearing a suit." At the end of the day's meetings, he told me, "It's O.K., tomorrow I'm wearing a tux."
My project resembled one giant, messy business-school case.