Work, It Came And It Went

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Or “What I Have Been Doing For The Past Nine Years”

Browsing a couple of my last 2014 posts, I see that I was in that purgatory known as job hunting. Masses of resumes and covering letters, and barely even an acknowledgment from local employers. Not a good place to be. But it did change.

My first semi-success was with Canada Post. I’d applied for a Letter Carrier job and was asked to undertake an aptitude test. That all went well, and I was called for an interview, and that went well, too. The final hurdle was a physical test, which involved walking up and down stairs and lugging heavy mail carrier bags around. That, too, went well. There was, though, a fairly rigorous period of training to go through which entailed driving to Windsor daily for a couple of weeks, to be taught the finer points of carrying letters. It’s actually quite complex, with all manner of money to be collected, forms to be filled and electronic gizmos to carry around. I also did a week at the sorting office in Chatham and went out delivering real mail, with a mentor. I was getting paid, too. The bit where I said it was a semi-success came when we had to do a sortation test at the end of the training. A one-off, pass or fail, test of speed and accuracy in sorting 120 letters. Despite being given a huge amount of practice time I failed, as did a number of my fellow trainees. I was crushed because I thought I had it in the (mail) bag, and what did sorting matter when the bulk of mail in Chatham arrived pre-sorted? Well it did matter, thanks to the Union contract. I was paid off by a sad looking man who told me that they had already earmarked a right-hand drive delivery vehicle to me because being British I’d know how to drive it. There’s a bit more to this, but I’ll press on with my next semi-success.

Semi-success number two was when I applied to be a “Custodian”, or caretaker, with the local school board. The money wasn’t great and the jobs were just emergency cover, but how hard would it be to operate a rotary polisher? I was asked to attend an interview, lectured about the limited nature of the job and sent on my way with a promise of a call so that I could attend again and do “a cleaning test”. For a job with poor pay and even poorer prospects I really didn’t think I needed to be doing tests, so I gently dropped that one. It was a bit harsh, too, because I’d applied for office work at the school board, my stock-in-trade, but never even had an acknowledgment.

I registered in a programme for older people looking for work, with the specific rider that I wouldn’t consider a job at the local Call Centre, a place that had a higher turnover of staff than players at Chelsea FC. I really did not need to work in the modern equivalent of a sweat shop. Lo and behold I had a call from the Call Centre asking me to come for interview, which was odd as I’d never applied for a post there. I asked how they had my name and number and it was, of course, through the older workers programme. Initially I agreed to an interview, but later called and cancelled, and the response I got was, to put it politely, frosty.

My full success was my long-forgotten application to drive a School Bus (training free, but unpaid). I will talk about that in a later post, but suffice it say that I did drive a school bus, and more, for seven years. I learned a lot, but perhaps the best lesson was to know when it was time to retire.

I promised a return to the Canada Post job, and this is it. In the cold February of 2015, I was driving my school bus down Indian Creek Road and saw my Letter Carrier mentor delivering mail in the snow and seriously sub-zero temperatures. I stopped to say hello and he looked up at me and asked if it was warm on the bus. I said it was, and he said “you have the better job”. Maybe failing the sortation test wasn’t as bad as I’d thought.

Cock Up On The Google Front

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Or “How Not To Do It”

Ever since we bought our Airstream Trailer, I have documented our travels. I’ve used various apps and media to do that, but had settled on Google Drive and a whole heap of PDF files, all tied up with a Google Sites free website.

Why wouldn’t I? Everything is in The Cloud, they do the backups and I had a massive amount of storage space bought and paid for. Everything was looking rosy.

Then last week, I had a series of prompts from Google, on my phone, suggesting that I clear down unwanted data. I wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention, and stuff on the phone is usually pretty meagre, so I had assumed that they were talking about duplicate files, previously deleted files, and things that hadn’t been used. I happily clicked “Yes”, even to the warning that the action I was taking was irreversible, and went to bed happy.

The next day, though, the horrible truth dawned on me when I noticed that a few files had been replaced by placeholders on my Sites page. A further delve into Google Drive and it became instantly clear that there wasn’t a single file left in the entire space. Not one. The pieces fell into place and my heart sank; I had deleted everything, and nothing could get it back again.

Google, of course, doesn’t mirror your cloud storage on your local PC like Microsoft OneDrive, so it only takes one idiotic person to make one idiotic mistake and it’s all lost. I could, I suppose, have backed up everything locally myself, but the whole idea is that using Google Drive means that you don’t have to. But in reality you do.

The good news for me was that apart from the Airstream Blog, I didn’t have anything that was critical stored in Google. I had, curiously, kept key things in Microsoft OneDrive where, even if I had screwed that up, I would have had a local backup. Also, everything I had squirreled away in Google Photos was still intact, as was the data in Google’s Blogger app. That said, I am busy making a local backup of Google Photos as we speak.

The upshot of all this has been my partial return to the Microsoft fold. Key documents are in their OneDrive, in the cloud and on my PC. I’ve gone back to Outlook for mail and calendar functions, picked up with Office products again, and I’ve even started to use the Edge Browser a bit. It’s not that the Google offerings don’t work, but I simply do not trust them any more. Anyway, I pay a fat wad of cash to Microsoft each year so I might as well get the most from them.

I’m not advocating a mass rush away from Google, especially given that most of what they do is very cheap, or free. It’s just that you have to be careful when using their products, which is something I clearly wasn’t. Still, onwards and upwards.

What’s Nine Years When You’re Enjoying Yourself?

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I’m Back (Thanks largely to me and Google)

I had a catastrophic catastrophe with my data held in Google. Twelve years of Airstream Blogs, gone in a couple of seconds. Of course it was all my fault.

To say I’ve had my fingers burned is somewhat of an understatement, and I don’t intend for that to happen again, so I had a look around at a reasonable alternative to Google’s Blogger, or even Google Sites, where my Airstream adventures were. I can’t be without some form of blog, obviously.

There were plenty of recommendations out there, but WordPress was near the top of every list, so I thought, why not?

The WordPress account I’d set up a few years ago is still active, albeit that the last post I made was in 2014, but what’s nine years when you’re enjoying yourself? I left off when work was beckoning, and work did happen. Now, though, I’m retired, so I think this is an appropriate time to restart things.

I’ll try to add some posts of things past, and some contemporary stuff. It’s for my benefit, really, but I’m always happy if people want to have a look at what’s been going on in my life.

Cell Phones–A Modern Day Wonder or a Modern Day Curse?

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Do you have a cell phone? I do; it’s very useful indeed and I wouldn’t be without it. I’m no Luddite, either, so I have a reasonably up to date Smart Phone and certainly don’t make the oft heard cry from oldies like me “but I only want it to make calls”; Internet on the go? Yes please!

But I’ve been heard much about the negative side of cell phones recently. or rather the negative side of the people that use them. Can it be true that something so innovate and useful can be brought into disrepute by ignorant users?

Sadly it is true.

I read today about some research done by a restaurant owner in New York City who, it’s claimed, studied a ten year old tape from a night’s business in his restaurant against a recent night’s business. He discovered, much to his horror, that increasing delays in serving his clientele were attributable to most of his customers using their phones before during and after their meals. Their distraction caused delays to the restaurant process and significantly increased turn around times and, interestingly, complaints from customers about tardy service. Oh the irony!

I went to a little dinner party a couple of months ago; five people enjoying good food and excellent conversation. Until, that is, one of the party received a text on his cell phone. His attention was lost and he buried himself in his LCD screen for a minute or so, without a word of apology to his host, and only returned to the company when he’d transacted his business. I thought that pretty rude. Then all the phones came out (except mine!) and people spent some considerable time proving that their external business was more important than the business in the room.

My step-son has a Smart Phone and it seems to be permanently in his hand. Worse than that, he cannot stop his eyes drifting to the screen every couple of seconds. Have a conversation with him and ten seconds in, his attention is elsewhere, and it’s the same for all kids of his age.

The same step-son was actually abused by a ‘girlfriend’ who heaped her bile upon him via SMS texts, and the boy appeared unable to counter it with the simple press of the ‘Off’ switch, so inured was he into the “constantly on line” culture.

The examples of bad behaviour by cell phones users are everywhere, and the world is a poorer place for it.

It’s easy to become dispirited by the people’s reliance, nay dependence, on these tools. The guy who picked up his texts at the dinner table claims that it “might have been important”, and perhaps it might have been, except who passes on really important messages via text? Anyway, what did he do before the advent of the cell phone? The answer, my friends, is that he’d have had a pleasant and uninterrupted meal as would we.

I’m fighting back, though.

For me, my cell phone is a tool that I control. At the dinner party it was resolutely switched off, as it is at all social functions; there’s nothing wrong with being “unavailable”. If I’m driving, calls and texts go unanswered and even if I’m not driving, if it’s not convenient to me them I’ll ignore the call or text until it is convenient. A ringing phone does not have to be answered. If you have my attention then it will not be distracted by the imposition of an external, unsolicited demand. In short I will not be rude.

It’s a shame that more people don’t remember that they are in control.

To round off, I shall recount a tale from the days when cell phones were quite new. I was on a train in England with my boss and a guy opposite was fiddling with his phone. I think he was expecting a call but he kept pressing the buttons, making calls that weren’t answered and getting more frustrated by the minute. My boss and I both felt that the display was as much for our benefit (Look at me, I have a cell phone!) as his. So, when the call finally came for him he positively beamed. He hit the answer key, started to speak and…

Silence.

We’d gone into a tunnel and he’d lost the signal.

We laughed out loud and enjoyed the man’s strangled look all the way to London.

Job Hunting Hell

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I’m a fellow of a certain age, not over the hill but I’m a little closer to sixty than I am to fifty. I’ve had a reasonable career in public service and, having jettisoned that for big change in course, I’m now looking for some work to keep me active and to earn a little money.

How hard can that be?

Harder than I’d ever imagined.

It’s a tough employment market out there, I know that. It’s not that I have to work to survive, nor am I seeking to pick up where I left off when changing course. I don’t demand a big salary and I’m pretty flexible about what I’ll do. But why is it so hard to get back into work?

I’ve lost count of the number places that I’ve applied to work; I couldn’t tell you where I have current applications, either, so many have I sent off (in to the ether it would appear). I can, though, count the number of acknowledgements of application on one hand, and I have recorded just one “Thanks but no thanks” letter. The number of interviews offered remains resolutely at zero.

There’s no doubt that my Canadian style resumes and cover letters may have been somewhat off the mark, particularly when I started. They’ve been quite dense, partly because I have much to say and partly because I’m honest, and I think that may have been an issue. I need more white space and more bullet points.

I don’t have a University Degree, which doesn’t help. Its seems that a degree is the key to a lot of jobs, and the fact that I’ve managed thus far without one seems to elude the people making the decisions. My education is from a foreign country, too, and that has some scare value I’m sure.

The biggest resume issue is, though, my age. There are laws about age discrimination but recruiters seem to routinely ignore them and we oldies get automatically overlooked. I’d heard that companies are looking for “thirty year hires” but I really don’t see that. Most companies plan in the short term these days so a three year hire is more likely, but it’s still no more advantageous to the old folk it seems. You’re not supposed to put a date of birth on a resume, with good reason, but when you’re asked to give your educational graduation years then it’s not too hard to work out just how old that applicant is. It might be better if job adverts said that people over fifty need not apply, but that would be illegal, so the hirers just use other means to filter us out.

The issues I’ve raised thus far are only part of the equation, of course. Some of the employers in this part of the world need a really good kick up the backside when it comes to recruiting quality people.

There is a major employer in town who is very prescriptive about requirements and experience needed to get a job with them. Close packed text lists the specific requirements, so tight and so thorough that the only people who could possibly comply would already be working at that company. If that’s the case, why advertise externally? One, public, employer seems to demand such a high level of educational excellence for their new recruits that I wonder how they get anyone at all, especially on the mundane salaries they offer.

Another bugbear is the vocational qualification. There are many healthcare jobs in town but all of them, however menial, require some certificate or diploma obtained at a college somewhere in the Province. I’m all for professional standards, but it rather limits the intake of good new staff when you restrict recruitment to only those who have gone through the vocational education mill.

The biggest and most difficult thing to bear is the wall of silence once you’ve e-mailed that resume. Rarely an acknowledgement and almost never a written rejection; it’s maddening. Certainly, most employers do say that they won’t contact you if you’ve not been selected for interview but, frankly, that’s just not good enough. All applicants put in spades of work when making an application and most prospective employers won’t even acknowledge it, let alone let you know if you don’t make the cut. How hard is it to despatch a two line rejection e-mail? To me it shows what employers think about the great unwashed who are trying to get work; absolutely nothing.

I will round off this diatribe by highlighting one very good experience and one very bad experience. Firstly the bad:

A family member (not me) had been called to an interview for a student’s summer job at a publicly funded body. The call for interview took considerably longer than was promised but it arrived and the person concerned pitched up on time. He answered questions, correctly by the sound of it, and that was it. No further contact whatsoever. It’s shabby treatment at best, but of a fifteen year old, well they should be ashamed that they couldn’t make a thirty second phone call to put the kid out of his misery.

The good was another publicly funded body. I applied on a long shot and my application was acknowledged. They said that they’d not contact applicants who didn’t get an interview but in this case, they did; a two line e-mail, for which I was eternally grateful. Thanks but no thanks is so much better than silence.

I’m still plugging away, I have a few applications in (on modified resumes – white space, bullet points!) so we’ll see what happens. I don’t hold out any hope but heck, something has to stick at some point, doesn’t it?

The Broader Picture

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Love it or loathe it, the Internet has made the world a smaller place. Instant communication, relatively uncontrolled for many of us, has revolutionised the way we think.

It occurred to me the other day that I have been exposed to so many more opinions than my parents would ever have had access to. Yes, they’d have been able to read books and newspapers, listen to the radio and watch the television, but the opinions there were always filtered through an editorial process and was always subject to the whim of a publisher (or Government, of course).

The Internet though, for me in the “free” world, doesn’t always have those filtering processes applied. Yes, owners of on-line publishing outlets do apply their editorial policy and ownership prejudices, but those who comment on pieces published are not too often reigned in.

There are, of course, acceptable standards applied at particular access point to the World Wide Web. I’m sure if I were to publish something that was abhorrent to the standards that apply to my locality then at best I might have my work removed, at worst I may get visit from the authorities. But I’m not talking about extremes here, I’m talking about normal human reaction; opinions that in the past may never have been aired because they didn’t fit the editorial or ownership policy. It’s those things that have broadened my outlook somewhat, albeit that opinion is good, bad and just plain wacky.

Let me offer you an example. After the terrible tragedy of Sandy Hook, I read many articles from professional reporters and commentators, all of them angled in one way or another to reflect the view of the writer or the organisation they represented. It was the comments from ordinary people that absolutely staggered me. I’m from the UK and I live in Canada, both democracies that believe in stringent gun control, but here I was reading people who genuinely believed that the way to reduce gun violence is to arm more people. They were saying “Give the teachers guns so that they can take down gunmen before too many kids get killed”. That kind of view is an absolute anathema to me; where I come from you take guns away to reduce the risk, not the other way around. But thinking about it now, at least I have been exposed to those views and am beginning to understand more about a people for whom gun ownership is important.

A similar exercise in the incredulous for me is when I hear comments about healthcare being delivered by Government and paid for by taxes. My background is the British welfare state and healthcare free to users at the point of delivery, but I read commentators every day suggesting that to use taxes to provide healthcare is, well, criminal – “Don’t put a gun to my head to make me pay for someone else’s healthcare” were words I saw written just yesterday. This opinion, widely held in the US, just doesn’t compute for a Brit who lives in a another country where healthcare is also provided by taxation.

I’m not getting into the semantics of whether I agree with someone else’s opinion or not, but it is educational (to say the least) to read and learn how others think. Instant publication of opinion through the Internet may not always be entirely palatable to me, but to have access to such opinion is priceless.