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
In all these cases, you have to fill out the paperwork correctly and go through an interview to convince the hiring manager you're the one they should hire. There are indeed clever ways a manager can manipulate the system to quietly move a favored person to another department without going through the process, but those methods are very very limited.

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.

I can't describe how depressing it feels to fail at an application for what constitutes a demotion. Perhaps my co-workers are trying to avoid facing that disappointment. But what else can I do? What else can any of us do?

 Note to concerned readers: T. is a composite, not a real person. And he doesn't read this blog, anyway.

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.


Slow learner


Oh, well. It's our gain.


Update: Omelette with scallions, mushrooms, and Tomme de Savoie cheese.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Just Kids


Patti Smith, Robert Mapplethorpe, 1969. Photo from HERE.
I've recently been reading the memoir "Just Kids" written by Patti Smith, '70s punk singer/songwriter. In 1967 she went to New York City, moved in with her friend, Robert Mapplethorpe, and they lived the life of poor artists. They moved from squats to house-sits and finally to the Chelsea Hotel, where they mingled with artists and musicians, and began to find success, she as a poet, playwright and singer, and he as a photographer.

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.

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?

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Free-range rogue


Chickens don't stand still for photos
Our neighbor's red hen is quite a rogue chicken - she's always flying over the fence and we've seen her strolling down our driveway or foraging among the oak-duff in our front yard.

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."

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!