Friday, March 15, 2013
Test results
In order to qualify for one job I'm applying for, I had to take a typing test and show that I could type at least 45 words per minute. It's a little humiliating having to do this, and it's also been hard to find a place where I could take the test. The information I got referring me was confusing.
This morning I successfully found the location of a non-profit agency that administers the test and took it.
71 - bitchez!
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Denial - not just a river in Egypt
Well, here it is March - almost April! - already, and my job search continues. I am about to submit two applications for openings in my own organization that pay about 64% of my current salary, only I may run into a snag because I do not have a document certifying that I can type 45 words per minute.
My typing speed is faster than 45, but I don't have a certified test score proving it. And it is not easy to get tested - I've been experiencing a run-around.
This is frustrating, but I'm going to do everything I can to submit these applications. Why? Why would I try for a job that pays less than I make now? Why would I put myself through the indignity of taking a typing test, at this point in my career?
Well, frankly, I'm doing it because it's one more option. I can look outside my organization, or I can look inside it. But I have to look, and I can only apply for what's there. Do I want a position equal to my own? Yes, of course. But there isn't one. There's only the two at lower pay.
While working on this yesterday, one of my co-workers stopped by my office. One of the peculiar things about my workplace these days is that everyone is looking for a job.
Most people are looking for internal transfer opportunities, because they will keep their benefits. Also, many of my co-workers have been here a long time - some for decades. They can't imagine going off to another organization. There are three ways an employee can get an internal transfer -
- Applying for a position and competing for it against everyone else
- Applying for a "promotional list" and competing against other internal candidates
- Submitting a transfer request to a vacant position of equal classification. Hiring managers can choose to consider only those on the transfer list
So far since August, when we were given the news, out of twenty-seven people, twelve of us have successfully applied for jobs within our organization.
T., from the operations team, hopes for a transfer to a permanent position. He's applied, and he got one interview, but the hiring manager chose a different person. Recently, HR has opened up applications for some "on-call" positions. These positions pay the same as the permanent positions, but they do not come with benefits.
"So, T., " I asked. "Did you apply for the on-call job?"
"No," he said. "I'm holding out for a permanent position."
"But, T., there aren't any vacancies. If you get an on-call job, at least you'll still be working. And you'd still be in the organization."
"I don't want an on-call position, I'd lose my benefits."
T. doesn't want an outside position, so he's not applying outside. He doesn't want an on-call internal position, so he's not applying for those. He knows what he wants, and even if it doesn't exist, he's not going to apply for anything else.
He's not alone. There's an implacable cult of fairytale mythology among some of my co-workers that believes when June 30 comes around, our benevolent organization will take whoever's still here, and just move them into another job.
We've done a lot to help people find other jobs. We've had HR counsel us; we've allowed our office staff to help people enter their job applications online, or edit their written applications. But even with this, belief in this fable is so strong it makes people behave foolishly. HR has warned us that an incomplete application will be rejected, but there are still some people who submit forms without filling in required information - "I don't need to fill that out, they already know what I can do."
T. is waiting for a magical unicorn ride. "I know they're going to put us somewhere," he says wistfully. "I just wish they'd do it soon."
I have my own set of fairytales I tell myself. "You'll land on your feet, you always do." "Something will happen." But it's not magic. You have to do the work. You have to try.
So far my own track record has been dismal. I've applied for six jobs outside my organization, and interviewed for one. I've applied for three jobs within my organization; interviewed twice, and still failed. Now I'm applying for anything internal or external that I qualify for.
Note to concerned readers: T. is a composite, not a real person. And he doesn't read this blog, anyway.
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Work
Monday, March 11, 2013
Pay-off
If ever I doubted the wisdom of spending a little of my Nordstrom credit on some expensive make-up, this morning, after starting my new regimen, I was rewarded.
I walked into work and so far three people have told me I look really nice today. (They say it in a kind of surprised voice - "Oh, don't you look nice today!" - I'll think about that later!)
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Dining Alone - Beauty and soup at the mall
I'm not sure whether this is unusual, but I go through season cycles in my personal style.
Winter has brought a lack of enthusiasm. I wear pants with a simple long-sleeved tee-shirt. I wear scarves, but really it's to keep my neck warm more than for style. I stopped wearing make-up; I haven't even been wearing earrings lately.
I can tell I'm coming out of this phase - is it seasonal affect disorder? - because I suddenly had the urge to buy some fresh make-up. I've mis-laid my go-to lipstick, and the little pots of creme I dab here and there are all dried up. My few frowsty-looking eye pencils are blunt and broken. The other day, I saw a video at Une Femme d'un Certain Age about maquillage for mature women, and I thought - give that a try.
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Dining alone,
food,
shopping
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Just Kids
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| Patti Smith, Robert Mapplethorpe, 1969. Photo from HERE. |
She writes of sleeping in the streets, scavenging garbage for furniture or clothes, and going days with no food to eat but vending machine peanutbutter crackers. Her memoir brings back my own time in that city, walking those same streets, working in Lower East Side theatres. I was never as hungry as Smith, but I do remember walking blocks to save a 50 cent subway token, and there were times I couldn't make the rent on time.
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art,
history,
kids,
New York,
The theatre
Mama came back
We harvested the 5 eggs that Mama Red Hen laid in our planter box, but this morning when I was leaving for work, I heard a rustling among the ivy.
Mama's back. She's looking for her eggs.
I told [The Man I Love] who immediately said, "You have to put them back!"
I don't think so. Eggs? What eggs?
Mama's back. She's looking for her eggs.
I told [The Man I Love] who immediately said, "You have to put them back!"
I don't think so. Eggs? What eggs?
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Topanga
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Free-range rogue
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| Chickens don't stand still for photos |
The other day, I was walking Jack and our neighbor passed me while driving his kids to school. "There's something I want to show you," he said, "something funny about the chickens."
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Topanga
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Weekly Jack
Jack is experiencing his annual spring shed. This is the "before" picture. See how matted and frowzy his fur is?
After a visit to the groomer, he looks fantastic and smells sweet!
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Weekly Jack
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