I have been ignored, lied to, rejected and occasionally encouraged by folks in hiring positions during my search for a job. But until today, I don't recall anyone actually responding rudely to my inquiring about potential openings, unless you consider no response as being ill mannered.
I keep a record of every place that I contact. I maintain notes about how hiring managers respond to my inquires, whether they sound pessimistic or encouraging in e-mails and phone conversations. I don't follow up with anyone who doesn't respond to initial inquiries, figuring that's probably not the type of person I would want to work for anyway.
I made some routine phone calls and sent out some follow-up e-mails today to see whether some folks who I first corresponded with in February and March had any news for me concerning possible openings. In some cases, they asked me to do that. In other cases, I just do it on my own initiative, figuring working people are far too busy to remember to check in with me every two or three months.
I was surprised this afternoon when "Mr. Rude" essentially told me not to contact him anymore and to just check the company's Web site for job openings in the future. I softened his words a bit. This reaction was a 180 from his empathetic and complimentary response in March. I guess he doesn't believe much in karma or was just having a bad day.
There is a lot that I didn't anticipate when I become unemployed for the first time in my life at age 51. I knew the financial hardships were going to be hard, of course. I knew finding work in a recession was going to be a challenge, but I had conquered more difficult tasks in my life. I knew my confidence might be shaken, but I didn't anticipate the blatant rudeness that came my way today or the days in which I can't get a call back or acknowledgment of an application. And through these last 17 months, the one question that remains a bit unnerving: How does someone work successfully and uninterrupted for 29 years and suddenly become an outcast, a pest, a burden on society in the eyes of some? I guess I should have asked that of Mr. Rude.
I am flattered that Rep. Frank Wolf of Virginia apparently reads this blog. The congressman snail-mailed me a second letter today clarifying why his first note was tardy, which was something I mentioned in a post last week.
"I try to respond to my mail as fast as I can, but sometimes the volume of mail and e-mail can slow down the response time," he said.
Wolf ended the letter with his best wishes regarding my search for employment, noting that "the newspaper industry is in dire straits." To quote another Republican of lesser intellect, "You betcha."
Maybe I should send a resume to Mr. Wolf's office. I've never said I couldn't work for a Republican. How 'bout it, Frank? Want to help out a journalist down on his luck?
In all serious, the 10th-District representative is a pretty decent guy. I have heard many positive stories from Virginians about his willingness to reach out over the years. When he came to my office at a newspaper in Manassas, Va., to talk about various issues with me 15 years ago, I was very impressed that he would take the time to acknowledge the small publication. Many politicians in Washington don't bother with community newspapers. They go for the large-circulation papers like USA Today, my last place of employment, or The Washington Post.
Some days there's just nothing to say. When that happens, this blog usually goes dark for 24 or 48 hours. Why force it? It's not like I am being paid for this or providing the world with any great service. I am a humble blogger getting more humble by the hour.
For whatever reason, there have been more days recently where I just sit back in a kind of contemplative amazement, watching the wheels go round and round, as John Lennon said. It's like seeing the fog roll in. It's scenic, mesmerizing and ominous all at the same time. And there isn't a whole lot one can do about it except to take it in.
Jamie Moyer of the Philadelphia Phillies became the oldest Major League Baseball player to pitch a shutout last Friday. He's 47.
One day later, Betty White hosted Saturday Night Live. Ratings went through the roof as the 88-year-old actress showed the young'uns how it's done. Yes, she can still get laughs for all the right reasons.
Last month, Al Pacino, 70, turned in his best performance in years playing Jack Kevorkian in an HBO film. The movie and stage actor isn't quite ready for the Kevorkian death machine.
A friend of mine recently raved about a musical performance given by 64-year-old Van Morrison. U2 remains one of the biggest bands in the world at an average age of 50. Now into their 60s, Bruce Springsteen and Jimmy Buffett keep packing concert halls.
I am not sure why anyone would question the ability of any of these people just because of their age. Their continuing success speaks for itself. Experience matters. So does talent and authenticity. And while certain skills may diminish with age, there are a lot of older folks who can still out perform less experienced people with borderline abilities. It didn't surprise me that Betty White did well on SNL. That's what she does. She makes people laugh. She doesn't need to pad her resume or get a Madison Avenue makeover. She's the real deal. Jamie Moyer may not throw the heater anymore, but from years of experience he knows how to pitch. He's using his head as much as his aging arm.
Hollywood occasionally rediscovers actors who are over 50. Mickey Rourke's resurgence in The Wrestler is a good example of that and it paid off at the box office and with DVD sales. Marlon Brando turned in one of his best performances in The Godfather when he was well over 50. The key to their late-career success is that they were cast in the right roles. They weren't rolled out like carnival freaks so that some empty suit could make a buck. The material fit their abilities and age. It was respectful of their talents.
These right matches don't always happen, which is why audiences can sometimes be led to believe that a performer is washed up. But when the role or material fits the performer, magic can occur. Brett Favre with the talented Minnesota Vikings didn't look nearly as old as Brett Favre with the lowly New York Jets the previous season.
It seems time and time again seasoned people are proving that careers don't have to end at 50. Given the right opportunity to shine, these folks are flourishing. Joe Torre took over managing the New York Yankees in his late 50s and won several championships long after most baseball executives thought he was washed up. It was a good fit for Torre, not just a job to ride into retirement. But it took some intelligence by the people who hired him to see that potential. They had to look beyond Torre being an older man, possibly in the twilight of his career.
Unfortunately, the majority of American companies haven't gotten on the experienced-worker bandwagon. The statistics show that if you're laid off and over 50 you're more likely to be out of work for a longer period of time. Under these new rules in this dreadful economy, Betty White might not have ever progressed beyond the Mary Tyler Moore Show. Al Pacino would have been out of acting sometime after Scarface and would have never won an Oscar for Scent of a Woman.
Here is the number that matters: 15.3 million. That's how many folks remain unemployed.
Today's news on the unemployment rate seems bittersweet. About 290,000 jobs were added, but the unemployment rate rose to 9.9 percent. If you're among the longtime unemployed, this news can be seen as more bitter than sweet. Here's why.
Despite the substantial increase in new jobs, there are more people percentage-wise looking for work. Therefore, the competition for jobs is fiercer. Those job-seekers who are at a disadvantage for whatever reason aren't likely to find it any easier to obtain work. Many will settle for being underemployed, which doesn't really do a lot of good for them or the economy.
What the 290,000 number doesn't specify is what kind of jobs are being created. From my perspective, it appears many advertised job openings are for entry-level positions or in limited fields. Good news for those graduating from college or trade schools. Not so much for mid and senior-level professionals.
I take today's news with a grain of salt. The politicians and media commentators will spin it in various ways that suit them. But the current reality for 15.3 million Americans, plus the millions who are underemployed, remains essentially the same. We welcome each bit of good news, but we also know that employers are still getting hundreds of applications for every decent job opening.
There is no doubt that the bleeding is slowing down. That's the good news. But the economy is still not generating enough jobs to shorten the unemployment line. That is just a fact. With the stock market wobbling lately, the Gulf of Mexico spill expanding and other growing stresses on the economy, it's going to take more than one or two semi-positive job reports to restore real optimism. Those who have been out of work for a long time and have exhausted their resources simply don't have much time left to get back on their feet.
Now for something a little lighter. This first appeared as a Super Bowl commercial and is still being aired in May.
I enjoy this commercial. For a guy who usually mutes all television advertisements, that's saying a lot. It's witty and shows that the right music can significantly enhance the message. Like Nike commercials, this Kia advertisement doesn't really say much about the product. It's selling an idea, a concept, instead of the particulars about the merchandise. And I think it works. It's funny, even silly, but certainly not dumb like so many TV commercials.
By the way, the song is "How You Like Me Now" by a group called The Heavy.
I have filled out hundreds of job applications in the last 17 months. Some take an hour to complete, some take five minutes. Almost all of them ask for the following:
1. Gender 2. Race/ethnicity 3. Military experience
There is usually an opt-out check box that allows you to not answer those questions, allegedly without being penalized. It's a legal thing, I am sure. However, I always answer the questions.
I am a white male with no military service. That probably disqualifies me from some jobs, regardless of whether the application or employer indicate that or not. The questions wouldn't be there if they didn't matter. I figure if gender and race are potentially deciding factors, I might as well answer the questions because eventually, somewhere in the hiring process someone will figure out that I am a white male.
I have written a lot about age discrimination in the workplace. The unemployment stats seem to support my opinion. From my perspective, it's as blatant as any kind of discrimination can be. But to make matters worse, these questions of race, ethnicity and gender on job applications make me feel as though I am hopelessly trying to swim upstream at 52 years old.
I am not sure when it became such a liability to be an experienced, white male with with a good employment history, but I can certainly hear the waterfalls getting closer as my job search continues and bank account dwindles.
For anyone who reads this blog, you probably know that I support our country and employers giving fair opportunities to qualified/deserving people, regardless of gender, race, ethnic background, etc. In addition, I believe vets deserve certain considerations for serving our country. But there is something that just doesn't feel right about these questions being standard on most job applications. I feel as though I am out of the running before the race even begins.
A couple months ago I wrote several blog posts about Sen. Jim Bunning's attack on unemployed Americans. I also wrote to politicians on the state and federal levels, expressing my concerns about Bunning's actions. The Republican senator unfairly blocked benefits to thousands of Americans in order to score a few political points with the right wing of the GOP.
After two months, I finally got a personal reply. It came from Rep. Frank Wolf of Virginia via the postal mail today.
Because I have come down pretty hard on Republicans lately, I wanted to be fair and mention that Wolf, a longtime Republican representing the 10th District, did make an effort to address my concerns. It came a little too late, but as they say, better late than never.
Faisal Shahzad, 30, was arrested at JFK Airport. He was trying to flee to Dubai and was literally pulled off the plane by U.S. authorities. Notice that he was trying to escape to Dubai, not Cancun.
Preliminary reports indicate that Shahzad is a Pakistani man who is allegedly a naturalized American citizen. The attempted Times Square bombing is an act of terrorism, but officials haven't yet determined what formal ties the accused Shahzad might have to organized groups. One thing for sure, it wouldn't surprise anyone if Shahzad is connected to the Taliban, Al Qaeda or another terrorist group.
I said in a recent post that our fears of terrorism shouldn't be so centered on immigrants from Mexico. All of the major terrorism attacks in the U.S. in the last 20 years have come from the Middle East or from within our own borders. Not a single Mexican has shot up a military base, flown jets into skyscrapers, blown up federal buildings or threatened South Park cartoon producers. Not one Mexican that I know of has worn exploding underwear or put bombs in their shoes with the intent of killing of Americans. We are not at war with Catholicism, which is the prominent religion in Mexico.
We know what the problem is. We know where the extreme hatred for us is coming from. Instead of profiling Mexicans in Arizona or Prince William County, Va., maybe authorities need to take a harder look at the fanatics coming here legally and illegally who have nothing but contempt for America.
Neighbors have said that Shahzad mostly kept to himself. No crime in that. I live in an area where keeping to yourself is a way of life, especially among certain groups. However, I do wonder what other potential behaviors people might have seen in Shahzad that could have been a red flag. Understandably, it is not always easy to report those behaviors without sounding like a racist or appearing to be paranoid. Yet, with the current state of the world, we do have a responsibility to err on the side of caution.
Some people claim Mexicans do not want to assimilate into American culture. I disagree with that broad assessment. In fact, if you want to see real non-assimilating cultures, come to Northern Virginia where large mosques are surrounded by unwelcoming iron gates and where getting a simple hello from some neighbors is nearly impossible.
I suppose it's easy to go after Mexicans, particularly in the Southwest. Illegal immigration does cause certain problems. But if it's potential terrorism that you're worried about, my guess is that any future car bombs or exploding planes will be caused by people who hate America, not by people who risk their lives to get here.
In a time when we're at war and in a deep recession, where hope is dwindling in a divided America that has slipped in properly raising, educating and employing its citizens, simple pleasures like taking a walk on a beach or fishing in an inlet become more important to sustaining our collective sanity. Our natural surroundings often allow us to cope with unnatural circumstances.
The Gulf of Mexico oil spill, caused by everything that is wrong with our increasingly greedy and shallow society, will undoubtedly break the backs of many folks who were hanging on by a thread before the oil rig blew up. As the oil makes its way to Florida, and possibly heads into the Atlantic Ocean, the scale of this tragedy will grow and literally seep into millions of lives and businesses in the coming weeks if a miracle doesn't occur soon. Walks on the beach and shrimping boats may be a thing of the past.
There should be many lessons that come from this oil spill. Unfortunately, the lessons likely to be learned won't necessarily be the best ones. This disaster should cause us to look inward, yet I believe those in power will approach this in a different manner -- the same manner they always do. They'll look for solutions on how to make rigs safer and plow ahead. That's all fine, but the core problem isn't entirely with oil rig technology or safety procedures. The real problem is us. That is something Virginia Gov. Bob McDonnell fails to understand as he callously called for Virginia to move ahead with build off-shore platforms today. McDonnell, the man who recently brought back Confederate History Month, once again showed his poor timing and lack of sensitivity.
River by river, species by species, we are destroying everything that gives us life. We are doing it in the name of profits, progress and even national security. The people in big oil are no different than the poachers hunting tigers for cash. They are taking something for their gain and jeopardizing the rest of us.
Until we can mend the ways of the corporations and governments behind the mass destruction of land, lives and livelihoods, what chance do we have of convincing a poor South American farmer to not clear-cut another 10 acres in the rain forest? Until something is more important than money and power, what chance do we have of surviving? Until average citizens say enough is enough -- that we don't want to cavalierly accept that frogs are ominously growing extra appendages in vital wetlands and that massive chicken farms are still dumping waste into streams and rivers that flow into the Chesapeake Bay -- we are pulling the plug on our existence. Yes, I am calling for more screams of protest. But I am also hoping for greater public awareness and engagement. You don't have to get on a Greenpeace boat to have a positive impact. Small gestures can make a difference if people would only wake up and understand how this spill is the culmination of everything that is internally disappearing within us.
I am reminded of a situation last year when I was quietly sitting on my deck. Two teenagers walked by on a path behind our house. They didn't see me. As they turned a corner, they threw a plastic soda bottle in the bushes of my neighbor's house. I stood up and shouted, "Pick it up." Of course, they were surprised by my appearance. Hearing the tone of my voice, they did pick up the bottle. I thanked them for ultimately doing the right thing, and they moved on, hopefully realizing they were wrong to trash my neighbor's yard.
I believe if everyone spoke up more often, not only would this be a better place to live, but we'd also teach some important lessons to those who are tempted to try to get away with things either out of ignorance or malice. Whether it's two kids littering or BP trashing the entire Gulf of Mexico, we can speak up and help prevent this stuff from reoccurring. We don't have to elect governors like McDonnell, who make campaign promises to bring back good jobs, but do nothing to fulfill those promises. We can exam the records of politicians more closely before voting instead of electing officials by party affiliations or personalities. We can seek out news and information that is objective, instead of getting wound up by radio and TV commentators whose only motivation is to get ratings. We don't have to allow our way of life to be trashed by those with warped and selfish views.
It's up to us whether we continue to trash our waters, mountains, beaches and basic values. We can use this oil spill as a springboard into becoming more informed and more active, and to not allow people and companies with fat wallets and corrupt hearts to dictate what survives and what goes extinct. It starts with individuals being more aware of their surroundings, like the street vendor in New York City who helped avoid another man-made catastrophe in Times Square over the weekend. He saw something suspicious, alerted police and saved a lot of lives. That kind of simple involvement could happen each day in a number of ways that would be good for the planet and for mankind.
I have been ignored, lied to, rejected and occasionally encouraged by folks in hiring positions during my search for a job. But until today, I don't recall anyone actually responding rudely to my inquiring about potential openings, unless you consider no response as being ill mannered.
