27.7.08

Quasi-judicial settings

Right, so I got a temporary job as a clerk for the City. It is in a quasi-judicial setting and the tasks I need to accomplish in a day are as tedious as the job is temporary. The bloke whose desk I sat in for the last two days has scribbled drawings under the two monitors that make up the work station. This is one of them.

I don't know if this happy chappy will be returning to work, but I am certain that there is someone else who is leaving on Wednesday which is why I believe I was brought on board this delightful ship. It seems that the department is staffed almost entirely with temp workers - one way to help keep costs down, don't pay benefits on top of entirely inadequate wages. Regardless, it's temporary and all I can say is that an hour for lunch is too long in this kind of setting.

14.7.08

And now for something a bit different

The last month and a half have been taken up by job hunting. I quit my job at the insurance firm, which was the right thing for me to do. Insurance is, for all intents and purposes, evil. It would be nice for me to blather on about various beneficial aspects, but really it is just another way for quick bucks to be made. I do not see the 'up' side to the industry because in my rather idealistic way of looking at things, if the world were running as it should, insurance would be a moot point. It was an interesting 9 months and I did actually learn quite a bit - on the up side. At any rate, that is neither here nor there. The point is, now, that I am looking for something that is more in line with my experience and education. I fell into the insurance job 10 days after moving back here, so it met my pocketbook needs for that period of time.

What now? Well, I've applied at all sorts of jobs, mainly civil service jobs. I got one interview as a "Senior Disclosure Analyst" with the police service. It was the first interview and I, without doubt, screwed it up royally. The guy who began questioning me asked me why I thought I'd be good for the job and I went on for at least 2 minutes about how fantastic a worker I am - which is true (and not just in my mind, out of the two main areas my previous job consisted of, I did 70% of all the work in one area and 30% of the work in the other area out of a 7 person team in 3 countries) but it did put him off, and he commented how much I thought of myself. Their style of interviewing at the police service threw me off. It was the behavioral method which is based on if you did this in the past, you may do it in the future. The interviewer's questions weren't terribly relevant to my experience so I found myself flustered trying to think of concrete examples. Needless to say, I didn't get the job.

Other things on my plate are analyst positions. I have not gone back into the private sector - I can't bring myself to work in the Oil and Gas industry. It would be like working in insurance. I have an interview today with the City as a Social Research Policy Analyst. It turns out the guy who will be interviewing me knows the people I did my university degrees with. I'm not sure if I want the job in the sense that they only want a BA and I have the MA and the pay is a couple of scales lower than the other jobs I am applying for.

Enough blather about this. It's time for something to come along. Being jobless is hard on the ego, which I guess is important to see with a distanced perspective and see it for what it is. I think it sucks for anyone to be rejected or passed over.

Beyond that, I started Pilates and Yoga again and my god does it help areas that 'normal' gym activity doesn't. While unemployed, I've been going to the gym 1.5-2 hours a day (with one day off a week). It's made next to no difference in the weight area, but I'm stronger, which is what makes a difference - and do not be led to think that I'm one of those girls who stands on the step machine and moves their feet an inch and reads magazines. I sweat like a pig on machines and use weights (low weight, high rep). Saturday was my first Pilates day and I am going to do 3 hours of it tonight. My shoulders are thanking me (in their own lactic acid way) for starting again.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I need to prep for the interview. I doubt this will be the right job since it is the interview #2. If things are in 3s, then most likely it will be #3. Regardless, I can make the effort and see what is what.

25.5.08

Get over yourself

It seems to me that we are born alone and die alone. We are trapped by our own bodies and can only escape briefly through sleep or mind altering routes through numbing the mind/body connection by turning the brain off (with the likes of TV or other similar passive activies) or alcohol/drugs but at the end of the day we are still embodied and it is all about us baby.

Seemingly, part of the irony of this life is the realisation that although it is all about us on the one hand (rarely will anyone pay your rent, feed you by hand, or help you cultivate your love for punk rock music, etc.), it is all about everyone else, in a very real sense. After starting the conflict resolution courses, it appears that the greatest conflicts arise because we're not actually listening to the other person and are simply stuck in our own positions, unwilling to budge ("I want a raise of 15% and if you're not going to give it to me, I'm walking"), whereas if we could just get over ourselves and out of our positional trench, ask the other person questions to find out where they're coming from, their interests and issues, we might be able to come to some understanding and resolution at the end of it all. In order to come to a resolution, it has to become less about you and more about them in order to bring all the threads together, as it were.

If life isn't all about us, in the end, it makes day to day interaction easier on the one hand. Being open to others isn't the norm and I suspect if we were even remotely respectful and civil to one another, many of the problems that plague us would disappear overnight. Litter? Well, if you're being respectful of others, you will be well aware that that piece of plastic wrap will go where the wind takes it, making the city ugly, dirty and potentially dangerous for wildlife. If we actually cared about others (and ourselves arguably) it simply wouldn't be an option to drop that plastic wrapping. Although, taking that argument further, the plastic wrapping wouldn't have been necessary in the first place because it arose out of sheer nastiness in the 80s with dolts tampering with products which lead to illness and even death.

At any rate, it seems the challenge is to get over ourselves.

19.5.08

Local Erratic

Cars speed past on the nearby Highway behind me. Walking up to the massive split rock that was dumped here during the time when glaciers roamed, there are gophers of all ages and sizes, without fear, looking at me - save the big one with only one eye (not pictured).



Rock climbers and children scale the rock face with sprayed graffiti tags near one guys foot - I can't find the ocher that is said to be on the rocks.

Moving around the rock there is a place in the centre where the 2 parts had split. As could be expected there is broken glass all round and remnants of many a party past lying about.



The smell of an old fire fill my nose as I run my hand along the multi banded quartzite rock face. A child runs in as their parent prepares to take a photo. I shimmy past the narrow opening and get out of the way as the child's face beams despite the obvious rubbish about.

Moving west I find a flat rock close to a group of cyclists having their lunch. I notice a face in the rock and decide it would be the best place to eat my sandwich and banana, with my almost silent companion. During lunch, I get the feeling like my companion is speaking to me. He jokes about being a hitch hiker and that the glacier dropped him off here. He's waiting for another ride.

From this picture he looks like a turtle, but in person he looked more human.


To the side, he reminds me of a buffalo. It's humbling to think that this massive rock was deposited by the glacier as it retreated. It certainly does put things into perspective, if only for a moment.

18.5.08

Feist - The Water

The telegraph cables hum
And few can decipher who the message is from
And it deliver it quietly
Cause some don't get much company

The harbour becomes the sea
And lighting the house keeps it collision free
Understand the lay of the land
And don't let it hurt you
Or it will be the first to

The water, the water
Didn't realize
It's dangerous size
The mountain, the mountain
Came to recognize
It's a steep and rocky sides
More than realized

Pale as a pile of bones
You hope for your babies
And this is how they grow
Wind-battered, knocked over
The teeth by the shoulder
Watching the grey sky
That's acting like a good guy

The water, the water
Came to realize
It's a dangerous size
The mountain the mountain
Came to recognize
It's steep and rocky sides
Came to recognize
It's steep and rocky sides
More than realized