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Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
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09 July 2010

Three Of A Kind

The sport of People Watching has always been one of my favorites.
Meeting new people may be a close second.
I don’t always love the new people I meet, but I do love learning about other people’s lives.
As the great English poet Roderick David Stewart once said, Every Picture Tells A Story, Don’t It?
It sure do.
In my current workplace, a temporary job for two more weeks, I share an office with two gentlemen.
On the surface, we don’t have a whole lot in common.
One is a 24-year old single-man and one is a 52-year old married man.
They don’t have kids.   I have three.
In just a couple of weeks of getting to know him, the single man has shared many a detail about his single life.   He lives downtown, enjoys the nightlife and wonders where his career is going.
The married man, a former standup comedian, has been writing and producing television shows for much of his adult life.   He moved to our area, from Los Angeles, to try and improve his quality of life.
When it comes to ranking their priorities, work and career are definitely not at the top of the list.
Both guys, like me, are on freelance status.
Meaning, we don’t get medical insurance or any “benefits” AND as an extra bonus, they can get rid of us at any time.
In my case, I was signed for seven weeks, of which I have served five so far.
In their case, as long as there is work to be done, hopefully they have a place to spend their days.
Fortunately, we all get along VERY well.
We share a similar sense of humor.  
We all have a cloudy, cynical outlook on what the working world has become.
And at 5 O’clock, we go home.
The 52-year old man recently bought a new home in our area after moving here just a couple of months ago.
The fact that his wife is out of work and he could be the same at any moment doesn’t seem to bother him.
His credentials are very impressive with previous work in everything from sitcoms to music videos to cable series, so hopefully he’s got a nice stash under his mattress.
The other member of our office trio is just getting started.
He is still trying to battle his way out of college debt.
He earned his degree a couple of years ago and with it came a big pile of bills.
Now he’s working a couple of jobs, including one in his preferred field of a career (TV production) and one in his preferred field of making money (bartending).
Like any 24-year old single man living in a downtown bachelor pad, he still finds time to work in a social life.
Just two weeks ago, he informed us that if you are ever downtown AND you run out of cash AND you need to buy a hot dog from a street vendor in the middle of the night, there is one street vendor downtown who actually takes credit cards.
Last Saturday night he was headed to that vendor for a late night/early morning snack.
Unfortunately he never made it there.
While on his way, walking with a couple of friends, a “huge” man walked up to my friend and punched him in the face.
It must’ve been punched, as in plural, because when the attack was over, the damage was devastating.
Broken bones on his forehead, a broken nose, two swollen eyes and he had some teeth knocked out.
The injuries were so bad that when he got to the hospital after the attack, they had to airlift him to another hospital for more specialized treatment.
By all accounts, this was a completely random attack for no apparent reason and unfortunately the man who did this has not been caught.
According to the police, there has been a string of these going on downtown for the last few months.
There have been some arrests made, but clearly they didn’t get everyone.
My co-worker had some significant plastic surgery yesterday and fortunately he is doing well.
He expects to be back at work as early as next week, which is great news for us.

And great news for him as he looks to pay off some new debt.

30 January 2010

Weekend Warrior

Saturday has quickly become my least favorite day of the week.

Of course, when I working, the weekend used to be the best time – a time to catch up on the busy week and just enjoy the precious time with my wife and kids.

Now, as a member of the unemployed, Saturday is a time to re-live the misery of the previous five days as we analyze my wounds.

It usually starts first thing in the morning, with my wife going over a checklist of how the week went.

Update on the kids. Check.

Update on her work. Check.

Maybe a chat about a movie or something in the news. Check.

But the whole time, I hear a clock ticking in my head, like I am watching 60 Minutes.

Then, as it always does, BOOM -- a bold, underlined, italicized reminder that I am unemployed.

Let me make one point very clear, my wife has been the most supportive person during this miserable episode – constantly giving me a positive face and positive reminders of what we have.

I know she means well and genuinely understands that I got screwed.

Well, WE got screwed.

But no matter the circumstances of my demise, the message is, we need to push forward.

I try to remind myself of that every time our Saturday morning pep talk ends.

But even with all the positive support, every time she gives me more feedback on what I should be doing, it makes me feel like a failure.

“Did you call this person?”

“Did you follow-up with that person?”

“What do you think about ________?”

I don’t consider myself an insecure person, but each time I hear those questions, I feel like I am on the witness stand.

Believe me, I know how lucky I am to have somebody in my life asking me those questions --- every week. It will really be sad the Saturday that those questions stop.

Of course, even with my genuine appreciation for what she has to say, the bottom line is it just makes me feel bad.

I must be living on Denial Avenue, but I truly believe I have done everything I can to find a new job.

I have made the calls.

And followed up with the emails.

AND reached out to people.

Again and again AND again.

Today’s reminder was timing is everything. You want to be on their mind when the opening comes up and sending a “checking in” email can do that.

She also said, you don’t want to stalk them.

Fine line there.

I’ve been on the other side, when the “checking in” emails are in your inbox, not outbox, and she is right about one thing, timing is everything.

I have hired persistent people, who won’t take no for an answer.

I have also refused to hire people, who won’t take no for an answer.

As for my situation, I really don’t know what more I can do.

Knowing that “something is going to work out” is really not something I can buy into anymore.

Do I believe something is going to work out? Yes, I really do.

Am I tired of hearing that something is going to work out? YES!

What’s really sad here is that the one person who has been the most supportive is the person who has the most invested in this and I am not embracing it.

Saturday is usually a day for partying, but I just wish it wasn’t a pity party.