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Less than ten posts here so maybe I don't have a leg to stand on, but here I go...
I am going to vent. Just a bit, but enough to (hopefully) get rid of some of this frustration I've been feeling. If I tried this in front of my pals, I'd just get the response, "Stop whining and accept 'personal responsibility' for your actions. (Buncha militant Freepers who, on a good day, smell like Budweiser, pot and faux-Polo). May get that here, too- but at least here I imagine that no one thinks persoonal responibility is limited to only one political party...
On Jan. 31 of this year, I went in to work. A day like any other I poured myself a cup of coffee, sat down at my desk and began to typeset the day's work. Yes. I'm a typesetter. No grandeloquent description puffing up what I do- I simply typeset print advertising, the kind you see in your local newspaper or the yellow pages. But it's been a pretty good job and the money's been good enough to allow me to add to a bit here and a bit there to my savings account.
Anyway, an hour into my normal routine, I get called into the production manager's office. Seems one of my ad's was shipped to the client wrong. "Well'", I said, "that's why we have a proofing dept. AND a final proffing dept. Every typesetter makes mistakes, it's part of the job and I think we both know my production:mistake ratio is among the best in the office, so why the sudden consternation?"
Jeff (the production manager) told me that the son of the company's owner, who was also Vice-President In Charge Of Looking Busy And Productive was involved in getting dressed down by the client. "I don't know how or why he was on the phone with the client, that's what our Client-Rep Dept. does. But he was. And he's fired the proofer and the final proofer involved...."
"That's a crappy deal, Jeff. Is this something new? We've never fired proofers for this before...a reprimand, sure, but isn't this a bit...extreme?"
"Well, we have to let you go, too."
"What?"
"The owner's son specifically told me to fire everyone involved in this"
"You mean all the proofers, the typesetter (me), the printing and shippng dept.?"
"Each hand that touched the product is gone. Thanks for your work and I hope you all the best in your future."
Never been reprimanded. Absolutely nothing negative in my file. Never came in late. Days missed were always cleared ahead of time. Never make waves. Listen to jazz and classical on my headphones. Even volunteered to work the first three drafts of the company's Protocol & Policy Handbook on my time during my lunch hour.
In so many words, I'm a supervisor's wet dream! (It actually comes down to this- it's a waste of time to get involved in politics or clicks when you're a typesetter...it's like being the Secretary of Agriculture, eighteenth in line of succesion, laying awake at night, hoping the perfect storm hits and he's promoted to President...Gads, I love watching West Wing- a tidbit or two always seems to stay with me until I can find a way to fit it into a conversation....lol)
Stunned. Left the office, decided to come back the next Mon to clean out my desk. Got back to my place and made a call to a lawyer. "Tough luck, kiddo. This is Texas. Unless you were fired based on racial or sexual discrimination, you're out of luck. The 'Right to Work' laws are really just a nice name for a 'Righ to Fire' law."
Called the unemployment office to get that ball rolling and that's where I've been since the last day of January. I've dropped of many resume's and in all but one case have been told, "Your' qualifications are outstanding and you give great interview, but we've decided to hire from within. Thanks you for your intrest....". Hey, I can understand hiring from within- in this economy, it's a hidden perk.
Last week finally got a call. Please come in and take our typesetting test. If everything works out, you'll be working by Monday! Yay! Came in a gave another round of outstanding interview protocol and then went to take the test. Sat down in front of the monitor and....I froze.
It's been over six months since I've had the opportunity to touch Quark (the standard typesetting program...at least in my neck of the woods). Couldn't remember my short cut keys. Couldn't remember to how to open up tool-bars (except through the 'File' menu', which is a dead giveaway for lack-of-experience). Felt fortunate to remember how to adjust kerning or open a document. Felt lucky just to remember the short cut to make a bullet....
Didn't get the position because of that and I KNOW this program....inside and out!
Of course, on the way home, the appropriate synapses started talking to each other again and at that precise moment I could have wowed them with my quickness and versatility on the program, but of course it was too damn late.
Dammit! Quark is a HIGH dollar (to me, anyway) program that I simply cannot afford right now. And the longer I'm not touching it, the more I can forget. So I'm about to deny my own convictions and find a pirated copy so I can keep myself accustomed to it. And I HATE that I'm going to that. I can justify it over and over again in a lot of valid-sounding ways, but I know that it's stealing and it's just one more thing I'm going to have to answer for in the end.
And I'm getting frustrated, depressed and a bit frightened that it's taking so long to get another position. I don't feel that accepting unemployement is any indictment against my work ethic, but everytime I deposit the check, I can't help but feel a little bit less...productive. I really, really hate this...but it's where I am. I even lost it the other day and began cursing at one of my pals who took the company's side ( a Republican but that's no excuse), and if you knew me, you wouldn't associate cursing, or even unkind words to the things I usually say. But I'm slowly starting to lose it!
O-kay. I'm done venting. I don't know if it made me feel any better, but at least I've said I few things I've really been wanting to for a while and, like I tell my pal's these days, "...at least you have a job to complain about..."
...The jazz station I'm listening to just stared playing "Malaguena" covered by the UNT One O'Clock Lab Band....hard for me not to get a smile on my face or keep my toes from tapping, so I must be feeling better. :)
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