I see I haven't written in over month! Could it possibly be because I still am confronting the same dismal job scene? Yep, thats it. I struggle to find more things to say. And I don't want to use this space to whine. But maybe thats thats what I'm doing. If you have any response to my comments, go ahead and write them down.
Or, if perchance you've found yourself in a similar situation, tell me about it. Believe me, I'm interested in what you have to say. Who knows?
Well, on a positive note, I have a job coming up in June as a hot air balloon chase team dude. It's not a great gig, but it sounds fun. Thats why I'm doing it. Oh, and of course, to make some money.
Monday, May 9, 2016
Monday, April 4, 2016
Over or Under..qualified. It doesn't really matter
Over and Under- Qualified
Maybe it's just me, but it seems as though everyone will fall into this category at some point in their life. In my life, it's always been one step forward, two steps back. So too, in the job qualification department. These days, I don't think of a job as a career, unless its so awesome that I can't stop, won't stop, would never want to stop. Kind of like a drug, but one that pays. The only thing I've ever wanted to do in that category, is play music.
More on this in the next post. Comments please. But who knows if anyone reads this?
Maybe it's just me, but it seems as though everyone will fall into this category at some point in their life. In my life, it's always been one step forward, two steps back. So too, in the job qualification department. These days, I don't think of a job as a career, unless its so awesome that I can't stop, won't stop, would never want to stop. Kind of like a drug, but one that pays. The only thing I've ever wanted to do in that category, is play music.
More on this in the next post. Comments please. But who knows if anyone reads this?
Friday, April 1, 2016
Sometimes it seems the best thing to do is something new. Something you've never tried before. That's the new plan today. I have a couple of different options, drug counselor, hot air balloon chase crew, and thrift store donation center person. The drug counselor gig is full time, but do I really want to hang around people trying to recover from something I recovered from (well, mostly) twenty years ago? I think it might be really depressing, so I'm gonna pass on it. Just for today!!
Balloon chase crew. Wow, I'm on board with that, and it starts in June, when the weather is better. Thats a fear I want to overcome. The very idea of going up in one of those things terrifies me, but maybe I'll get over the fear. At least thats what I'm hoping for.
The thrift store donation center is cool, but I've applied before and have never had an interview. How difficult could it be? People come in with all their old stuff, in bags or boxes. From there, it's all gone through by volunteers, sorted, priced, etc. Funny that I'm unqualified... Is it just me, or does it seem like a form of anti-man discrimination? You see, the entire staff are women. A cabal of hens, I sense that when I shop in the thrift store. They're all really serious, and rather glum. Am I just imagining it? It's hard to tell, but I trust my gut instincts. They know me there because I've bought hundreds of things, books, clothes, assorted broken radios and computer parts. They must think I'm just a weirdo.
And they're right, I guess. God, I am a weirdo...but I'm okay with it.
Well, the sun is out, the snow is cold, it's calling me. I'm gonna put on all my wool pants, strap on my ski boots, and go sliding around for awhile.
You know, I'm probably just writing this for myself. I really don't think anyone will ever read this. Hopefully I'm wrong, but I have another "gut instinct" that my problems and concerns are no one else's. And thats okay too. This is therapeutic in some way. More will be revealed.
Balloon chase crew. Wow, I'm on board with that, and it starts in June, when the weather is better. Thats a fear I want to overcome. The very idea of going up in one of those things terrifies me, but maybe I'll get over the fear. At least thats what I'm hoping for.
The thrift store donation center is cool, but I've applied before and have never had an interview. How difficult could it be? People come in with all their old stuff, in bags or boxes. From there, it's all gone through by volunteers, sorted, priced, etc. Funny that I'm unqualified... Is it just me, or does it seem like a form of anti-man discrimination? You see, the entire staff are women. A cabal of hens, I sense that when I shop in the thrift store. They're all really serious, and rather glum. Am I just imagining it? It's hard to tell, but I trust my gut instincts. They know me there because I've bought hundreds of things, books, clothes, assorted broken radios and computer parts. They must think I'm just a weirdo.
And they're right, I guess. God, I am a weirdo...but I'm okay with it.
Well, the sun is out, the snow is cold, it's calling me. I'm gonna put on all my wool pants, strap on my ski boots, and go sliding around for awhile.
You know, I'm probably just writing this for myself. I really don't think anyone will ever read this. Hopefully I'm wrong, but I have another "gut instinct" that my problems and concerns are no one else's. And thats okay too. This is therapeutic in some way. More will be revealed.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
I've lived in Steamboat for 19 years, but I've been coming here since the early 1970's. I remember once coming to stay for the summer when I graduated from college. So, I started looking for a job in the classifieds, in the Pilot, which only came out once a week, if memory serves...
Here's what I found: construction jobs, heavy equipment jobs, waitstaff jobs, county jobs, and a few specialized type gigs like nursing, attorneys, doctors, etc.
Well, I was a newly minted grad with a BA in Anthropology, hardly a marketable skill set, but still, I was young, wanted to work, so I got a job at the Holiday Inn. At the "Greenhouse", a 24 hour restaurant. I turned out to be the world's worst waiter. In fact, and I don't know if this was "gender discrimination", or just red-neckness, but almost every baseball cap wearing, pickup truck driving dude, specifically asked if debbie could please wait on them, not me.
I handled the rejection well, but the message was clear: this was not a man's job! At least, thats how I felt. I was unceremoniously fired a few months later, when the cash register was short fifty bucks. I didn't steal it, but I got fired for it as if I did. No biggie. That was just the first in a long series of shitty job experiences in Steamboat Springs.
In the next installment, I'll tell you a few more stories of being overqualified by virtue of my higher education. I had to lower my expectations... so I left town, went back to Orange County, and enrolled in grad school. Not all bad.
Here's what I found: construction jobs, heavy equipment jobs, waitstaff jobs, county jobs, and a few specialized type gigs like nursing, attorneys, doctors, etc.
Well, I was a newly minted grad with a BA in Anthropology, hardly a marketable skill set, but still, I was young, wanted to work, so I got a job at the Holiday Inn. At the "Greenhouse", a 24 hour restaurant. I turned out to be the world's worst waiter. In fact, and I don't know if this was "gender discrimination", or just red-neckness, but almost every baseball cap wearing, pickup truck driving dude, specifically asked if debbie could please wait on them, not me.
I handled the rejection well, but the message was clear: this was not a man's job! At least, thats how I felt. I was unceremoniously fired a few months later, when the cash register was short fifty bucks. I didn't steal it, but I got fired for it as if I did. No biggie. That was just the first in a long series of shitty job experiences in Steamboat Springs.
In the next installment, I'll tell you a few more stories of being overqualified by virtue of my higher education. I had to lower my expectations... so I left town, went back to Orange County, and enrolled in grad school. Not all bad.
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