A Tale from Underemployed Man

Das_große_Gonna tell a short tale, be slightly annoyed and vocal about things for a little bit.

Just for a minute.

Honest.

I am underemployed.  What does that mean?  Simple.  I don’t work as much as I want or need to, in order to pay my bills and meet my every day needs.  Thursday this week will be my second day working of the month and eighth of the year.  This is an issue because… well… it should be obvious why that’s an issue.  8 days of work in two months is far from an ideal situation.

But it’s also eight days more than some folks.  I’ll take what I can get, though I am still bouncing around on unemployment.  But I tell you all that to tell you this.

I got a bite from a place that I used to work at. Talk of a job being open, and they were interested in me.   They were, back when I worked there hostile to the union guys in local 814 and those who sided with them (like me), hostile enough to lock them out for ten months and never once tell me or any of the other temps who were trying to get hired on they wanted to hire us despite the fact that they loved our work.  Then when they finally signed a new collective bargaining agreement, pushed most of them out the door, and never even thought about bringing any of us former temps back.  Of the 44 regulars that were there when the agreement was signed, four are left of that crew.

So when they e-mailed me to indicate their interest, I was overjoyed.  I loved working there.  It was the best professional experience of my life, and they were the best bunch of guys around, despite the circumstances.  Great crew, great place.

Could it be the same way it was back then?  Highly unlikely. Hell no would be a more apt way to put it.  More likely things would be hard, ugly, and abrasive, and that is being kind in my assessment.  But knowing that I was still willing to brook that and make the most of things, and make some money along the way; make my life and my wife’s life that much easier by having regular money coming in, an actual weekly paycheck and knowing I was working for five days a week, sometimes even seven.

Heaven in comparison to where I am now.

But it was not to be.  After much back and forth talk with several people in the human resources department of this fine institution, I was told that, sorry, the position has been filled.  But thank you for patience!

The position:  Temporary property handler, Sotheby’s

A position that was on the nyfa.org site, the site I had found the posting on in the first place.

Freshly re-opened and newly placed on the site, dated today.

Did I mention that they said the position was filled already?

Now I don’t have an issue if they didn’t really want me.  Doesn’t bother me overmuch.  I have had to handle a boatload of rejection from a boatload of places over the last few years trying to get back on my feet and land a full time permanent job.

I have an issue with them telling me they would like to interview me, then disappearing and not responding to an e-mail I sent in regards to the first e-mail they sent; then saying the woman in charge was busy and could not talk, but drop me a line if you don’t hear anything by the end of the day; then when I do that today they say, sorry, she’s still busy but the position has been filled; then seeing the same position listed as open, the one I wanted to interview for, which I was told was filled open on the same website I had found the previous posting on with today’s date on it, meaning they are still looking for people to fill that position.

THAT is why I am bent out of shape.

I really do try to be professional, but if you don’t want me around, just say so.  I can take a hint, really I can.

What I think happened was a simple foul up on their side.  I probably have a file there, I’m sure all the temps who worked there before do, and my name like many others probably has a big red flag next to it that says “Pro-Union; do not interview” or “Former employee; do not re-hire” or some such on it and someone missed that and saw my resume and liked it and made a common sense hr decision namely “His resume looks good, let’s see if he can fit here”

But did not see the flag.  Can’t blame the kid for that, and I can’t see a possibility of me not ending up angry or confused or both about it no matter what they did.  I dislike the fact that…

that…

Well, they led me on.  Which is antisocial and rude, bound to get you talked about in all the wrong circles for all the wrong reasons… in a perfect world.  Which this clearly isn’t.  Or else I wouldn’t even have been looking for work with them, and I would be secure in my finances and in my world.

I’d go to the better business bureau but I don’t know what I’d say, or what they’d say, or if it would matter a damn to them, or anyone but me.

The end.  I’d give you a better ending but you only get really good endings in fiction.  The real world doesn’t give you the endings you want, you get what you get.

Moral of the story;  Expect something, receive nothing is the way of the world.

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That’s it from here, America.  See you around sometime.  More jobs to look for.  There’s one out there for me somewhere.

Stability

Pic of the day:  Migrant Mother, By Dorothea Lange

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Perhaps the most concise summary of enlightenment would be: transcending dualism. … Dualism is the conceptual division of the world into categories … human perception is by nature a dualistic phenomenon—which makes the quest for enlightenment an uphill struggle, to say the least.

Douglas Hofstadter, Godel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid

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I have only one day of work for the week, so far at least.  I need more work, but i don’t have more work. I’ve started looking at other jobs out there, and in other lines of work, just trying to find stability.  I am an art handler right now.  It is a great job.  It’s fun but at the same time difficult, you get to meet  and work with great people who have a “we’re all in this together” attitude.  Which is important to me.  And the people all around seem to be thankful that the job is done well.

Which is all well and good, but there is something that is missing.  Stability.  I need to know that the job is going to be there for me when I need it.  Money is important, making enough of it to pay bills is important, and both of these things are lacking right now.

Unemployment is down, pretty much all around.  Most job categories are hiring.  Life is getting better in America in a great many places, but that doesn’t mean it’s where it was before Bush, Paulson and Cox crashed the economy in 2007 – 2009.  I’m not sure that it’ll ever get back there, at least not in a psychological sense, but it would not make it right even if it did.

The world is a better place now though, we have all learned that leaving wall street to it’s own devices is an amazingly bad idea. We have all learned that government is not the problem, but it also isn’t necessarily the solution.

But all of that doesn’t put food on my table, and money in my pocket.  All I want to do is work regularly.  All I want is a shot at making a living.  It’ll happen in time.  But it sure as shit is taking it’s time in showing the hell up.

It is all a bit odd, truth be told.

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That’s it from here, America.  G’night.

October 2011 Random Thoughts

Once a month or so, I clear out some of the content on my Running Commentary, Random Thoughts, and 12 Notes pages and place them here on the main page to make room for fresh content on those pages.  This is the content from October 2011′s Random Thoughts.  Enjoy!

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Oct 1st:  October baseball is happening behind me on television.   Occupy wall street takes up my thoughts.  Word is that the protestors who were marching were lead to a specific part of the Brooklyn bridge by the police, then the police told them they were in the wrong place, kettled them, and arrested a mass of them.  The number I have seen puts the number of arrests at 500.  I wasn’t there, I do not know.  But it seems they are largely unfazed, and ready for more marching.  Tough sons o’ bitches, they are!

I so want to go there.  I will, if it lasts long enough, I’ll wind my way there.

Oct 2nd:  It’s 8:45 pm and I am feeling a little jittery about my first day at the new job.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt jitters like this about a job before, at least none this bad that I can remember.  It’ll be OK, I’m certain of that, but it just feels awkward to have jitters about something that I know I can do.  I have had jitters before and I know how it goes, so it’s not that big a deal.  It’s more of an annoyance than anything.  It’ll pass.  No worries.

Oct 3rd.  I took the day off from running because this is my first day working at my new job.  I think it was the right choice.  The work was not particularly hard, but I was working exhibition, which is standing around all day assisting people who might want to information about particular pieces of artwork.  Which can be monotonous, but it is also hard on the feet.  I will never sneer at a security guard who has to stand on guard all day.  That is hard work.

Oct. 4th:  My wife went on vacation today.  She’ll be gone for a week.   Hope she has fun.  I’m going to be busy as hell on my first week of work, unable to have even a little down time when she is gone.  No vaycay for me.  Ah well.  No worries.

Oct 5th:  On the job today, I had me a treat.  I was actually able to play guitar for a few minutes.  A famous person who I will not name is selling his guitar collection, and I got to play a number of his guitars.  He had a few Dobros, wanted to play them, but they weren’t tuned, and I didn’t want to mess with them too much.  They had some really outstanding pieces as well.  Twas fun.

Oct 6th:  Running is beating my ass lately, My right quad is sore as hell, and I walk like an old man.  Which is pretty damn funny, seeing how I call myself an old man now, and suddenly I start walking around like one.  Dammit and other such statements.

I haven’t written much on my brothers in Zucotti park recently, more because I am busy than anything else really.  They are still standing up for the rest of us, I am still proud of my brothers and sisters out on the streets, fighting for what’s right, fighting for America.

And the Yankees lost.  Joy.  The Phillies lost as well.  That made seeing the Yankees not get out of the first round a little easier to swallow.

Oct 7th:  Hung art for the first time at my new job.  Got the first ones I did right, then they decided that they were too low, and I had to redo them, hang them 2 inches higher.  No worries.  Goofed the next ones, but got a quick lesson in hanging from this guy I work with, and nailed it (unintentional pun) after that.

Also got to play with more guitars.  a $100,000+ job too.  A 1940 hauser, sweet little thing, a dream to play, the kind of guitar that makes the player that plays it better just by playing that instrument.  Man, it was nice.

Oct 8th:  Going to my brothers son’s 6th birthday party later.  Should be a hoot, he’s a great kid. Might be hard for me though, I’m used to running around with these kids, and my quads are still sore, and my knees are beginning to feel it as well.  That’s what ibuprofen is for.  No worries.

Oct 9th: Worked today, caught up on the news a little bit, ate some really unhealthy food, ran before the break of day, again.  Tired.  Don’t mind though.  The work wasn’t too hard, the news wasn’t too bad, the food tasted good, and my quads are feeling better after a week of being sore.  Nice. Going to sleep early.

Oct 10th: Columbus day made for a very un-busy day at the job.  No one showed up at all to view any of the art, which initially shocked me.  It didn’t bother me too much though.  Made my feet sore, because what I do in that case is stand in one place, kinda like a security guard.  Not good for the feet, the legs or the back.

Oct 11th:  Running during the work week is getting easier now that I am running later.  I am faster as well as a consequence, which I can deal with.  And I am running fairly long, in comparison to what I ran when I was working at Sotheby’s last year.

My wife will be home in a few hours, don’t know how that’s gonna go, hope it doesn’t keep me awake too long.  Hope I can get a decent amount of sleep before work tomorrow.

Oct 12th:  Anagram: Wall Street/ Law Letters/ We Tell Rats/ All Wetters/ Sell Wet Art/ Rest Wallet/ Steel Trawl.

Oct 13th:  Got my first pay check today, and it was nice.  Much more than I was expecting, by several hundred dollars.  I’m going food shopping this weekend, and I’m getting all the stuff we need for once!  YAHOOOOOOO!  That is a nice feeling.  Still feels weird getting that much money, I’ve been getting horsecrap pay, the short end of the stick for so long, I forgot what it felt like to make an honest wage. A guy could get used to this.

Oct 14th:   Man I have been so tired lately, it’s been hard to keep up on my writing, or much of anything but “Work, sleep, eat.”  I try to keep the word “Run” in my version of that sentence, but I had to take today off so I can work.  I hate taking days off running, but there is simp,y not enough time in the day to schedule it today.  And no matter what I have issues with sleep, if I get a few hours decent sleep I’m a happy guy, but it doesn’t happen enough.

With that said, I’m going to sleep at midnight, and getting up at 5:30 am on a Saturday to go run before I get to the food shopping and clothes washing.

Oct 15th: I hardly watch the news anymore,  I almost never get to see the news shows I want to see.  Being busy and getting paid for it does have it’s drawbacks.  It makes it very hard to stay informed about subjects political that one can keep up on when one has a little extra time on ones hands.  Gotta take time out of each day, even if it’s only a few minutes, to read up on stuff.  I want to know what’s going on in the world.

Oct 16th:  Giants won. Pretty happy about that.  Good to see the Giants go into the bye with a win.  Nothing beyond that.

Oct 17th – Oct 19th:  I had nothing these days.  I was busy at work.  Well, I did have some thoughts about that work, but mostly they were of the “How the fuck did I manage to fuck THAT up” variety.  That might be slightly interesting to you, but they gave me a fucking headache.

Oct 20th:  I was talking to one of the guys I work with, who heard something about the Sotheby’s lockout of the 814 art handlers, and the news was about as bad as it gets.  Word is that they will be fired soon, all of them.  These motherfuckers at Sotheby’s are trying to fuck my 814 brothers, hard.  This shit isn’t right.  They worked hard, for years, gave everything to that place, ate all the disrespect that management  threw their way like men, and this is the thanks they get.  Assholes.  Management can never be trusted to do anything for anyone not management, and this would be the proof.

Oct 21st:  I’m not unhappy to see that  Moammar Khaddafi was killed by his people.  He deserved it from what I hear, but I never lived there, so I have an opinion, but I don’t know what it was like, but I will take the judgment and actions of his people as proper towards him.  Looking at and listening to the guy, dude was just plain fucking nuts.  That’s as much opinion of the guy that I can muster at this point.

Oct 22nd: I resent the fact that everywhere I go I hear negative talk about OWS.  We resent the fact that we paid for the bailout, and these bastards won’t hire, and keep buying influence on K street WITH THE MONEY WE GAVE THEM, while not doing enough to make the economy stronger, even though they could, if they chose to.

But because we are left wing, we get called names like we have something wrong with us.  When all we want, and this should be blisteringly fucking obvious, is to have that better future that these wall street billionaires have taken away from us, while they live well off of the sweat off of our backs.

Oct 23rd:  Ran the second of 2 consecutive 12.8 milers today.  Knocked off nearly 3 minutes off of yesterday’s time on today’s 12.8 miler, and I wasn’t slow yesterday.  Nice.

Occupy Chicago is being dispersed, or at least the attempt is being made.  Bastards.  But it won’t work.  Arrest everyone. Go ahead, do it.  Theyll get bailed out and return tomorrow.  As many times as you can arrest them, they can return.  I’d rethink that process if I was the police.  The police have better things to do, but they continue to not do it.  It’d be nice if they decided to protect and serve like they should, instead of being pains in the ass of Americans everywhere like they are being now.

Oct 24th:  Work was slow today.  Worked as viewing assistant.  Stood around and looked at the art for a bit, basically, no one really needed my help.  But hey, they pay me for doing this, so I won’t bitch.

Oct 25th:  Anagram:  Mike Needs Money/ Monkey Denies Me/ I Need Me Monkeys/ Demonise My Knee/ Enemy Skied On Me/ Omen Seemed Inky

Oct 26th:  Worked overtime, today, third time in 3 weeks. Nice.  I put in for more overtime than I get, but if I didn’t put in for it, I wouldn’t get any, and I need all the money I can get my hands on, so I’ll take whatever they toss out at me.  Little as this was, 2½ hours, it’s better than nothing.  I’ve put in to work late on friday and to work on Sunday, like I have every week I’ve been at this job.

Oct 27th:  Found out after work tonight that I am being moved from the department that I have been working in from day one.  Furthermore, I found out that I will only be working 2 days next week.  This sucks. I don’t know who the guy is who I’ll be working with, what department I’ll be in, or what my hours will be.  With all the bouncing around with the variety of jobs I have worked over the last 2 years, this has me thinking that my days here may well be numbered.  Dammit.

Well the plus side of this is that I’ll have time next week to go to Occupy Wall street.  That should be interesting.

Oct 28th:  Last day on the gallery crew, at least short term, and I found out that I’ll be working at least 4 days next week.  Friday is the only day up in the air, work-wise.  Seems that they want to see who fits best where, and that they’ve been moving people around different departments looking to see who fits best where.  First I’m hearing of it, but that’s cool by me.  At least it doesn’t mean the end of my time at the company is near.  I hope.  Again I will fail to get to OWS, no worries though.

Oct 29th:  Holy Shit, it’s snow!  The forecast which called for 2 to 4 inches, with snow starting at 9 pm, has changed to 6-10, since the snow started over 9 hours before it was supposed to.  I don’t know about 6-10 inches though, the snow is falling much lighter now than it was before, and has been for a while.  Might not get much more.

Oct 30th:  Holy Shit, it’s snow!  Part II.  I was right, not much more snow fell.  Trees however, fell like crazy.  I wrote about it yesterday on the main page.  I counted the amount of large tree limbs and trees that fell yesterday on my run path when I was running today. I was in the upper twenties when I lost count, and there were a number after that.  I had to cut my run short today as a result of the amount of downed trees, aka road blocks out there.

And the friggin Giants are losing to the Dolphins!  WTF?

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That’s it from here, America.  G’night!

September 2011 Random Thoughts

Once a month or so, I clear out some of the content on my Running Commentary, Random Thoughts, and 12 Notes pages and place them here on the main page to make room for fresh content on those pages.  This is the content from September 2011′s Random Thoughts.  Enjoy!

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Sept 1st: Man, it was busy for a few hours at the job.  Last day on this particular job though, they always try to squeeze the most out of you that they possibly can on that final day.

Sept 2nd: The Yankees have just moved into first place.  So let’s anagram that: First Place/ Crap Filets/ Splice Fart/ It’s Elf Crap.  Anagramming is always fun.  Yankees in first place, just ahead of Crap Filets is more fun.

Plus, it’s more fun to write about that than to write about the fact that America created exactly zero jobs last month.  Telling ya, these assholes don’t start hiring, they’re gonna have a full blown revolt on their hands.  And no not the government, the corporations.  They’re the assholes not hiring people, can’t blame government if the big gun employers would much rather work their current staffs to death than spend a few bucks and hire a few extra people, and make America and the economy stronger.

And yes, I just called the Boston Red Sox Crap Filets.  :)

Sept 3rd:  14,000,000 people are out of work.  The fed won’t help.  The corporations won’t hire, they’re afraid of bringing their money to the states where it will be taxed.  The President will give a speech meant to allay fears and bring hope to hopeful millions on Thursday.  I personally don’t think it’ll matter.  Not because he won’t say anything of worth, he will.  What I think is that those who have a vested interest in seeing him fail will get their voices heard just as much as he will, dulling any positive effect.

Sept 4th:  Nada

Sept 5th: My resume is updated, finally, it’s needed one for at least a few months now, which means that I can send out a fresh resume without having to worry about the yawning gap between jobs that existed there before.  I have a number of jobs I’m going to send resumes to now.  Maybe companies that ignored me before will take a second look at me now.

But first a sammich and some coffee.  I’m hungry and I just came back from a grueling 10 mile  hill run.  Need fuel before I get back to looking for a job.

P.S.  Sent 4 resumes, 2 to christie’s, 2 to other art houses.

Sept 6th:  Happy to get a phone call from Christie’s today.  Got an interview, on Thursday.  With any luck I will get this (freelance) art handler job, and the nation will have one less person on unemployment.  That’s how the unemployment issue gets resolved, one person at a time, and I’d be more than happy to remove myself from the list of those who require assistance to live in this clearly improperly functioning world.

Sept 7th:  Rain, rain, go away, come on back when the ground dries the hell out.  Srsly!  I think we’ve had about 2 and a half feet of rain, or some such insane number.  We really could use a friggin break from it.

Sept. 8th:  It looks like I got a job today, I won’t say I’ve got it til I receive an offer, but I am expecting it, was told it should arrive within a week. Again it is a temp job.  Again it is an on-call job.  And it may take about 3 weeks to get all the paperwork taken care of, but it’s a job.  I should really be happy though.  The money when I work should be pretty damned good.

I will, after all, be working at Christie’s.  :)

Pretty happy about that.  Wanted this, really wanted this.  Better to be a freelancer at a great place for good money, than being paid crap for crap work.  Works for me.  I just hope they expedite this as quickly as possible.  The money situation here is really getting bad.

Sept 9th:  The market tanked today, presumably because the rich bitches on Wall Street decided they don’t like paying their fair share like the president said, and pouted their way to a nearly 300 point loss.  Makes me want to Anagram:  Fucking Idiots/ Fuck It God, I Sin/ If Outing Dicks/ Dig Unfit Sicko/ Focusing It, Kid .

… OK it had to do with Eurozone crap as well.  I have an agenda, and I wanted to anagram.  Sue me.  :)

Sept 10th: Nada… OK Not quite Nada, Not like I didn’t have any random thoughts today, I just never got to writing them down.  Hey… wait a Minute… I just wrote that.  Guess nada is in fact wrong!  Go fig! That is awesomely awesome!  :P

Sept 11th:  Football, hockey and baseball as far as what I watched this day. Too damn many reminders of the events of 10 years ago out there for my liking.  Media seems to almost fetishize the events of 9/11.  Seems kinda creepy on their part.  STOP OBSESSING DAMN YOU. You’ll freak out the easily freaked out people all over the nation.  And we have a lot of those poor bastards now, leave ‘em be, they need a break.  Poor sods.

Plus, the hockey, the Traverse City prospects tourney, has been a boatload of fun to watch.   And the football was a big ball of WTF.  Nothing I thought would happen happened, and the guys I thought would suck ALL had great days.  Go fig.  And the Yankees finally zarking won a game!  LET’S GO YANKEES!

Sept 12th:  Tom Brady threw for 517 yards.  517 friggin yards, including a 99 yarder to Wes Welker.  I play in a league with my wife, Yahoo Fantasy football.  I was winning, but she had both Brady and Welker, and Gronkowski.  Going into Monday night, I was up by 30 or so points.  By the end of the Patriots game I had lost by over 30 points! She whupped my butt! OH NOES!  lulz.

And ya, there’s more going on than just fantasy sports.  Rick Perry and his lunacy about Soc. Sec., the Jobs bill, Syria is still a hairy mess.  I was just taken by how badly that one game did me in there.

Sept 13th:  My left knee is absolutely kicking my ass.  Damn thing keeps locking up on me, feels loose.  I haven’t had problems this bad with this knee in years.  This sucks.  But to my credit I was still able to, through eating painkillers and a little patience, manage to get 7.6 miles in running today.  Nice.

Sept 14th:  Angel food ministries, a place I get food from once a month from on-line, and have since 2009, will not be doing food distribution this month.  My wife did a little digging and it seems to be connected in some way to an investigation into improper use of funds on their part.  Apparently this charity is in financial trouble, despite paying the family that runs it tons of money, and there have prior accusations of financial impropriety on their part before.  Including firing people because there isn’t enough money coming in, and yet giving himself a raise.

Sept 15th:  I’ve been keeping my eyes on the lockout over at Sotheby’s, because those guys gave me my first taste of freedom on the work-front, real honest to J.R. “Bob” Dobbs good people who deserve a break.  And they aren’t getting it.  Breaks my heart to see these guys being locked out of their jobs for 7 weeks, with no end in sight.  I really hope things turn for these guys soon.

Sept. 16th:  I got my paperwork from Christie’s today.  I’ll be filling it out this weekend and getting it back to them just as soon as I can.  It’s a “freelance” job, meaning I work when they need me, and don’t work when they don’t.  But it’s busy season, so things should be jumping.  I should be working full time until mid December at the very least.  I hope.  Wish me luck.

Sept. 17th:  Dropped my cell phone while working yesterday.  Dropped it into a toilet.   A clean toilet, but a toilet nonetheless.

Joy! and other such statements.

It sat there for a while, unbeknownst to me, so the thing is probably toast.  Fortunately my wife and I have a few older phones around here we can use.  Tried one last night, and that phone was toast, and it took 45 minutes on the landline with sprint to figure it out.  Just spent over 50 minutes on the landline trying to get a second one activated.  The damn thing was so slow as to drive me AND the woman on the other end of the phone nuts.  She handed me to someone else, who hung up on me.

Wouldn’t life be easier if we didn’t have these damn things in the first place?

Sept. 18th: Nada.

Sept. 19th:  I took a drug test today, one that the company that wants to hire me as a temp asked me to take.  No worries, the only drug I do now is Ibuprofen, and even there I do it in moderation.  Sent a fax to them as well, with the signature on the pieces of paper that said I accepted the offer, and am allowing them to do a background check on me.  Dislike that last bit, but companies are filled with idiocy of that variety, so I take it with a grain of salt.   Getting closer and closer to working for good money again.

Still temp though, dammit.  Ah well.

Sept. 20th:  There is just not enough money in the bank.  Gonna end up paying something late this month, and with the way things are going, it looks like it will be rent.  Oh joy of joys.

I try dammit, I really do.  Try to get work, try to pay my bills on time, but the lack of work, and the small amount of money I get from unemployment makes that impossible.  I don’t blame anyone but myself though.  Got myself here(kinda), I’ll get myself out(I hope.)

Sept. 21st:  Yankees win, THEEEEEEEEEE YANKEES WIN! Swept two in a row from the Rays to claim the AL East crown.  Dammit that was nice.  At the beginning of the month the Red Sox were in first and people were talking about a Phillies/Red Sox world series.  Now the Crap Filets(read above to figure it out) are battling for the wild card, and if their pitching keep going the way it is, they won’t make it.  That gives me lulz.

Sept 22nd:  Got asked to come into work by the people over at Kravet, after the assignment ended, the second time they’ve done that.

This time I don’t know that I can. I have things to do today, but they can be put off.  The issue is, it will cost me money just to get in to do what they want me to do, but it’ll pay me less than sitting at home. It makes sense financially to sit home and get the extra days unemployment, it’ll pay more.  But I hate not working.  Hmmmmm….

They also want me in all of next week, and I am at this point waiting to hear back from the place that just hired me to freelance, that is paying more than 2x what Kravet is paying per hour, so I don’t want to commit to that either.

Decisions, decisions…

Sept 23rd: Had to decide against going to Kravet, as I am waiting on hearing from the other spot.  And I had other things to do.

Sept. 24th:  Just heard about some crap about some kids getting pepper sprayed at the occupy wall street thing.  So  watch the viddy. The cop that did it was apparently rogue, sprayed those kids for no reason, and got a cop as well.  What an asshole!  Someone’s gonna be doing desk duty for a while.

Sept 25th:  Spent a lazy day watching football and baseball , worrying about my finances,  and still not hearing about when to come in to my new job.  Dammit these people sure are taking their damn sweet time with this shit.  I want to go back to work.

I just have to be patient, just because I want and need something doesn’t mean they feel the same way about things.

Sept 26th:  This occupy wall street thing is amazing.  The more I see and hear about it the more I want to go.  Looks like fun, looks like these people could really use some help, especially after the cops were such raging assholes at them.  But they don’t need me, so I’ll sit here and make noise for’em.  Better’n nothin.  Might head out and go if I don’t hear from these idiots about work soon.

Anagram:  Occupy Wall Street/Elect A Slut, Wry Cop/Cruelty Claws Poet/A Costly Clue, Twerp/Cat Cell Towers?  Yup./Yet Couplet Crawls/We Spy Rectal Clout

Sept.  27th:  Nada from this job.  So I called them, to find out what gives.  Ends up the people in HR are dragging their feet, the boss man wants me in, but he can’t move until HR does.  FUCK.

And what gives with the Yankees?  I don’t mind making things hard for the Red Sox, but C’mon.  These last 2 efforts looked horrible.  They better put a better effort in tomorrow. Who wants to walk into the playoffs on a 4 game losing streak, especially with all 4 of those games being playoff contenders.  Doesn’t look good I tell ya.

Finally heard from the guys at Sotheby’s.  Kinda.  Got an invite to a rally for the locked out Sotheby’s workers, on October 3rd.  Might go if I’m not working by that point, and with the way these people are dragging their feet I might not be working next monday.

Sept. 28th:  Most amazing final day of the regular season for major league baseball in memory.  Red Sox, at the beginning  of the month were in first place.  Now? Out of the playoffs.  Nice.  Orioles made’em look horrible.  Carl Crawford gets the goat horns in the game, not catching the ball in the bottom of the ninth, but Francona lost control of that team long before Crawford fucked up.  lulz. Braves were almost as bad.

Sept. 29th:  I want to go to Occupy wall street, but I don’t think I’ll be able to.  Things to do.  I have to go buy clothes for the job I start on Monday.  Need black shirts it’s apparently the uni.  Black shirt, black pants, black shoes.  Fatass in black, that’ll be me.  :)

Sept. 30th:  Got into a twitter war with some jackass from bigjournalism, that bastion of conservative values (i.e. fuck the poor) today.  Whooped up on him.  Dumbass was not ready for someone on the left who is as clearly belligerent  as I am.  Belligerent and smarter.  He was just not ready for someone who could stand toe to toe with him and spar on an equal footing. I’ll try to get him again soon.  He’s an editor and story writer there. Note I didn’t say journalist.  They don’t have journalists there, just fabricators of propaganda.

He needed to enlist several friends to fight his battles for him, and I fought them off as well.  Easily I might add.

Enjoyed it.  Thoroughly.

One Second It’s Busy…

And all of a sudden, it’s over.

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The job is done.  Finished.  Over.  I went back and worked at the assignment I thought I had finished at the beginning of August, and it lasted until the beginning of September.  Worked a few additional weeks, busted my ass something fierce, went from being an art handler, which is where I started, to being a mover, and finally a garbage man.  The last two weeks I’ve been ripping apart the inside of the office I was working in.  There is nothing left.  The walls are bare, the shelves empty, every last bit of space that was filled is gone.

Worked hard making it so.  Liked it, hard work and toil are man’s lot, and I don’t mind doing just that.  But the work is done. I’m unemployed again.  Broke again.  The wife tells me she’s proud of me.  Don’t see why.  At the end of the day, I still haven’t had a job that has health or dental  insurance since March of 2009, still haven’t been able to land a permanent job in over 2 years.

The money will get tight, and probably pretty soon, but I’m not too worried about that.  Money is always tight around here.  Always has been, even before I lost my job at DPW almost 2½ years ago. It’s a cold dark world I inhabit as far as money is concerned, and I fully expect it to get colder and darker before things thaw out.

Work will eventually come around.  I’ll eventually land on my feet somewhere.  I’m too hard a worker, too good a worker, too dedicated to work and sweat to be ignored forever.  It is annoying as all hell that I’m out on my ass again.  I’m a little bummed about it.  It happens.  Not worried, it’s a normal part of living the life I live, I guess.

I’ve been kinda touchy and moody the last few days, and I wasn’t sure why before today.  Thought maybe it had something to do with me not running for a few days, but that wasn’t it.  My body feels better as a result, so it isn’t that.  The lack of work has hung over my head for so long that I almost forgot how heavy the burden is. Forgot that is, until it came back to me again the last few days.

Dammit.  I just want a full time permanent job.  Is that too much to ask?

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That’s it for me, America.  G’night.

Thoughts on a Rainy Sunday Night

From the Unemployment line to barely employed.  Better than nothing, but not by much.

Back to the grind tomorrow.  Not that I mind grinding, not this type of grinding anyway.  It doesn’t pay enough, but I have little choice.  I want to work, and temping again at Brunschwig and Fils is better than nothing, and it fills time until I get a full time gig somewhere.  I am walking into this situation knowing less about the assignment than I did the last time I worked there.  I know that the guy Tim I spoke to said something about “consolidation of the showroom”  which could mean a hundred different things.

The things I saw there in that showroom were at once easy to move, because they are relatively light, and a hairy zarking nuisance, because a lot of it is glass.  Mirrors, lots of them, and chandeleirs easily 30 or 40 pairs of them, each with a number of pieces of glass with them, and each one worth thousands of dollars.  I’ve worked with these things before, and I have to tell you, they are no fun, and the people over at Brunschwig do not have the equipment necessary to unload, take down and pack this stuff.

Trust me on that last bit, I was there before, and they don’t.  Doesn’t mean it can’t be done, it does mean that there is a fair to middlin chance that there will be breakage due to not having the proper equipment to do the job.  I’ll do what I can to keep the damage to zero, but that doesn’t mean I’ll be able to keep there.  I cannot guarantee the actions of others won’t jeopardize the pieces.

Still, it’s work, and a bad job is better than no job at all, and it’ll be a challenge

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Sarah Palin may run for President.

In other news, Americans are sneaking cheese across the border to Canada.  Seriously. Cheese was as big a story on Google as Sarah Palin.  Nice. I’d vote for the mozzarella myself.

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Viddy of the day: Rebels enter Tripoli as Gaddafi urges Libyans to take up arms

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In news that has nothing to do with work or cheese, Khaddafi looks done.

The story is that the rebels have entered the capital of Libya, and are moving in on the city centre.  Two of Khaddafi’s sons have been captured.  The “life after Khaddafi” celebration seems to have already begun.

I for one expect the following to happen.

Khaddafi is ousted, probably before beginning of business Monday.

The people of Libya celebrate.

The freedom loving people of the world celebrate.

The stock market decides to crap on the party, making oil futures explode, while dropping the stock market further on a slide it has been on for a while now.

Just a stab in the dark.  I could be wrong.

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Pic of the day:  A chandelier at the Linderhof palace in southwest Bavaria.

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That’s it from here, America.  G’night.

Work

It is — or seems to be — a wise sort of thing, to realise that all that happens to a man in this life is only by way of joke, especially his misfortunes, if he have them. And it is also worth bearing in mind, that the joke is passed round pretty liberally & impartially, so that not very many are entitled to fancy that they in particular are getting the worst of it.

Herman Melville ; The Writings of Herman Melville : The Northwestern-Newberry Edition

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I want a job.  A permanent job.  A lot of other people want exactly the same thing.  Millions of us.  We come from backgrounds far and wide, from all strata of society, we are Black, White, Hispanic, Asian.   We are democrats and republican.  We are liberal and conservative.  We want to be productive members of society, but seemingly society does not want anything to do with us, or would at the very most want us to just go away.

We aren’t going anywhere.  We are Americans too.  We have a place here, and we want a job.  You, corporations and businesses of America, have money, trillions of dollars as a unit.  Yet you do not hire, you do not spend.  You would prefer to hold on with the few that you have, because you are getting by.

With us helping you, you could do more than just get by.  You could prosper.  Short term you might have to spend some more, but a short term investment in people will go a long way in making those people and your company stronger and better.

We can’t hire ourselves, if we could we already would have.

Help us help America, and help Americans help themselves.  Hire us.

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Sotheby’s, a place I worked for 8 months as a temporary art handler, perhaps the best job I have ever had, and a place that has me crossing my fingers that I can get a permanent regular job as a permanent art handler there at some point, has locked out it’s unionized art handlers.

43 of my brothers are out on their asses because Sotheby’s has decided that the offer from this massively profitable corporation, which from what I have heard was fair for Sotheby’s, not for the members of the teamsters that work there, was good, and locked out the handlers when they disagreed.

There were, as I recall, 56 art handlers at Sotheby’s at the end of 2006.  13 men, 13 fine, strong hard working men, have left Sotheby’s between firings and retirement over the last 5 years.  None have been replaced.  None.

Former temps, like myself, had been brought in to fill in the gap over that time. Exactly zero have been hired permanently in that time.  Zero.   I was told, several people I worked with were told we were good enough at the job to be hired, but because of a “hiring freeze” could not be hired.  Used for 1,000 hours, which is the length of the contract, and then cast aside.

Sotheby’s sees nothing wrong with that.  Which seems just a bit out of touch.  And they have brought in a fresh set of temps, scabs in reality, to cover things until the lockout is over.  Very out of touch.

In the last 4 years, Sotheby’s has had 2 of it’s best years ever.  Wealthy people in this down economy have used art as a place to invest.  Every year, even with the soft economy, Hundreds of millions are made each year.   Hundreds of millions.

And yet they would try to save a dime on the backs of the people who do the actual work, who set up the displays, who bring the art in, set up the floors, work the lighting, and interact with the customers daily.

This is silly.   Let the handlers do their jobs, give them enough people to get the job done right, and pay them a fair wage for the job they do.

Oh, and BTW, I will NOT cross that picket-line to work.  I am not a scab, I am a man.  I may be hard up for work and money, but I have standards.

Good luck, fellas.  Fight the good fight, and if you can get those extra spots open, save one for me.

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That’s it from here, America. G’night.