Friday, July 12, 2013

Today in history

Well, today's a day of some import. It's the 13th anniversary of the day I met Bonnie and brought her home to share my life.

It's also my last day employed. We got the news a month ago today that something like 10,000 of us were going by the board. I'm one of them. Obviously blogging about it hasn't been high on my agenda.

I've been to four interviews in the ensuing weeks, three of them since last Wednesday. The first place went with another candidate. I'm still waiting to hear from the other three places. I have a feeling this could be a long prospect. I only hope my resources will match it. If looking for the next thing goes beyond about mid-autumn, or falls significantly short of the salary I've based my life around in recent years, I stand to lose what little I've been able to build.

If I didn't remember the exact day Bonnie became part of my life before, I imagine I'll remember it moving forward.

1 comment:

Bridgewater said...

Good gawd, man--bummer. Here's wishing you success in the job hunt. More specifically, we hope you'll find something that utilizes your education, skills, and talent, a job you'll enjoy.
Not so easy to come by, of course. One of our kids works to live, receiving awards and bonuses along the way and considerable satisfaction in doing the job well and smoothing the way for others, but with the sense of not having found the ideal fit--important in a society where people think of who they are in terms of what work they do. The younger child went quickly from lowest on the totem pole to supervising over a hundred employees, in a job that made good use of innate skills, the recognition of which led to a degree in clinical psychology. But now, with our criminal Congress defunding agencies that help the disadvantaged, many mental health facilities have closed and clinician positions have evaporated, leaving those just starting out in the profession without the traditional ground floor--not to mention leaving those most in need of their services in the lurch.
Assume your friends and colleagues are keeping an ear to the ground for you? Our own experience in the '70s was that, after 175 fruitless letters of inquiry with resume and despite being "Piled higher and Deeper" in our academic field, we had no prospects--until a former professor told us about an opening he'd heard about through the grapevine. Bingo. Our present position, for that matter, resulted from the fact that we had kept contact with a former employer. After years of retirement, we had been looking for something more intellectually stimulating than civic organizations and volunteer activities (emotionally satisfying though they were, especially the anti-poverty organization). This job offered a return to academic pursuits and the opportunity to work with people from all over the world in a beautiful location. Sold the house and on the plane in 40 days. You may not wish to leave the Toronto area, which does limit the job search, but family and place need to be at the top of your list unless you live to work.