A guy I know thinks I have a great resume. He says some people would kill to have my resume.
I assume that's the same group who'd die for a dessert.
I'm not big on killing or dying for anything, myself.
That same guy says my career maneuverings remind him of someone hunting the great woolly mastodon with a pop gun.
He's always amazed and delighted when I actually bag a great woolly mastodon with my pop gun.