Friday, June 22, 2018

Failure to engage


As you know, I’m fascinated by how people behave on social media, especially those who tout themselves as influencers, thought leaders and mavens. Very often they are the ones who follow you and then unfollow as soon as you’ve followed them back. They’re all about self-amplification, and only self-amplification, regardless of what they claim.

Here’s one of my latest subjects. I don’t even know why Larry Kim followed me (or when), and I don’t know why he has a blue checkmark. But the fact that his profile claims he “popularized Unicorns in Marketing” [his capitalization] gave me a clue as to what to expect.

He loves to post Wisdom of various sorts, viz:


Note the highlighted directive WRT engaging. Then know that when I commented on another of his Unicorn Droppings:


…He never responded.

#fail



Thursday, June 21, 2018

Monkey business


Let’s have a break from local copperheads and Rams; time for a commercial break. So I’ll give you a couple of bits of business news.

This week, General Electric—that erstwhile powerhouse of American blue-chip manufacturing—was tossed out of the Dow Jones Industrial Average. Its place on the exchange will be taken by Walgreen’s.

GE was a founding member of the Dow, so this has got to bite. As recently as the 90s, under CEO Jack Welch, the company was held up as an example of how to company. One of their divisions once flew me up to Connecticut for an interview; I wasn’t offered the job but I never held it against them. However, in recent years, they’ve pretty much screwed the pooch and last year it was the worst-performing stock in the Dow.

They put out a “things are going to plan” statement after the banishment was announced, but the plan involves a lot of pulling in of horns and selling off of businesses, from the railroad to the lightbulb divisions. Sad times.

And at the other end of the business weird-shit-o-meter, yesterday the Kleptocrat might have overdosed on Ambien, causing him to accuse those wily Canadians of…well, I’ll let him speak for himself, in his own word salad:


(I'm not even going to comment on #SpaceCadetBoneSpurs' announcement that he's creating another branch of the military—separate but equal—to conquer and occupy space. And he's calling it Space Force. Because of course.)

It took GE 120 years to screw the pooch as badly as the stable genius Chaos Monkey. God help us all.



Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Drains, snakes & nature


Just as I was getting home yesterday we had one of those gullywashers of a rainstorm. I noticed that the parking lot of my cluster doesn’t seem to have gutters or storm drains, which means that the parking lot could have floated the Forrestal’s battle group.

But it abated after a while and I was able to return to watching the birds at the feeders while my socks dried on my feet.

The rain broke some of the heat, which was nice. (Summer storms don’t always do that around here.) But it also left diamonds on my giant hosta leaves, which I love.




I’m a little leery of those hostas, which are right outside my front door. Last year I found a letter carrier standing on the sidewalk side of the plants; he told me he’d seen a snake slithering under the leaves. And there have been copperhead sightings around the People’s Republic—reptile as well as human—so I’m thinking I might want to trim the big leaves back so the snakes can’t hide.

I’m all for sharing the environment with others of God’s creatures. But really—it’s a big world; they don’t have to be that close to me.



Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Baaaaaaa


A couple of weeks ago I was parked at a construction road stoppage. I was gazing idly about, as one does, when I noticed the big, tough Ram pickup truck in front of me.


First of all, I can never look at a big, tough Ram pickup truck with a straight face since it was pointed out that their ram is the spitting image of a diagram of the internal female reproductive system.

But then I twigged to Mr. Tough Ram Guy’s stickers:


And I thought, “Yeah—that trade war your Kleptocrat hero’s getting us into is going to take down Harley, along with a good chunk of Flyover Country’s agriculture. How’s that vote of yours workin’ out for you, eh, bud?"



Monday, June 18, 2018

Gratitude Monday: reciprocal thanks


My vast experience with the job search has taught me many strategies for getting through the soul-sucking esteem-smashing slog. Beyond optimizing your LinkedIn profile and spiffing up your résumé—and there are as many definitions of optimal and spiffed as there are subject matter experts (SMEs) ready to sell you their guaranteed Nirvana—and the dreaded networking.

(It’s interesting: networking one’s way into jobs is by far the most successful methodology, as agreed by researchers, hiring managers and SMEs alike. And yet the vast preponderance of job seekers I’ve met would much rather—and do—repeatedly revise their LinkedIn profiles and submit online applications for jobs they find on job boards, and waiting like the refugees in Casablanca to be contacted by recruiters…anything but suit up, get out to Meetups and industry events, ask connections to coffee and rinse and repeat.)

One of the strategies that I personally found helpful was regular sessions with other job seekers—either weekly or bi-weekly—to encourage one another, but also to be accountable. If you don’t have to report on progress against your stated goals and tasks on a regular basis, it’s way too easy to just…not. And I know this because I’m guilty of it.

Under the aegis of one of the Valley They Call Silicon job search support groups, run by a church as one of its ministries, I used to participate in a couple of what were called “success teams”—weekly meetings of about five to eight people looking for work, where we’d go around the table, reporting on what we’d done over the last week, and list what we planned to do in the coming week. People gave encouragement and made suggestions. But importantly, someone took notes and disseminated them, so everyone knew what we would have to report on.

The problem with such groups is that you always have members who are basically phoning it in, for one reason or another. One of them, in Mountain View, was a surgical nurse who’d been fired for some reason and was in the process of a union claim. She had no intention of actually looking for a job; she was merely riding things out until the claim was resolved and she could return to the hospital that had fired her. She’d show up week after week, take up time talking about what she hadn’t done, listen to suggestions the other members would make, write nothing down, parry ideas, and make no contribution to anyone else’s report.

At another group, in Cupertino, the dead weight was a Drama Queen of a self-described entrepreneur-engineer (and expert in everything from baking to economic theory). He’d show up every week with a long list of everything that had prevented him from doing anything, declaimed with full histrionics; his greatest skill, as far as I could see, was his ability to explain (as though to children, with slowed speech, careful enunciation and bugged eyes) why any and all of our suggestions just wouldn’t work in his very special case. He once handed round his résumé; it went back to 1973. And he assured me that he could not possibly cut one single bullet point, because everything on it was incredibly important.

Well—but aside from clangers like those, accountability partners are a good thing. So, back in the day when I was looking fulltime, and a couple of friends were also looking (one in North Carolina and one in England), I’d Skype with each of them every fortnight, just to give support, encouragement and reality checks.

Okay—all this is by way of introduction to my actual Gratitude Monday post. Because one of my colleagues from my stint at Monolithic Networking Corporation seven years ago reached out to me a month or so ago to ask for some advice in his latest job hunt. He was treated shabbily by MNC—a not extraordinary thing for that outfit—but always maintained a positive demeanor, and helped me get a much-needed mouse, which enabled me to do my job. Since then he went to work for Phillips in IoT technology, and when his division was basically shut down, he thought he might like to see if he could marry his experience with IoT to his passion for wineries; we’d once talked about analytics and such, so he thought I might have some suggestions.

Well, I Googled “IoT and wineries”, “AI and wineries”, and “data science and wineries” on my hour-long Metro ride home, and there’s some interesting stuff going on. We had a good long chat, I made some suggestions, I asked if he’d like to go the bi-weekly check-in route, and that’s what we’ve been doing. It’s a bold thing to pivot one’s career in this way, and I really admire him for stepping back to look at the possibilities and work toward them. He’s making great progress with his mother-of-all-spreadsheets to wrangle all his research and his conversations with people on the winery side and on the tech side, and I look forward to our calls.

Well—as you know, last week was a bummer for me, and on Wednesday I was feeling well and truly discouraged over the realization that I just can’t count on my current employment to last. But then an email from my friend appeared in my queue:

“[Bas Bleu],
“I hope that you are having a great day. This morning, after my workout in the gym, I was going through my list of things and people that I am grateful for.

“You were on the top of the list this morning. I really do appreciate your support in getting on solid ground in my career transition. I am very fortunate to have your help in this journey. Thank you.”

Well, that just brought me up short. He’s grateful for me. He’s grateful for me. Huh.

What a wonderful thing to read, on any day, but especially last Wednesday. I am so grateful that he took the time to write it. (And also, kudos for keeping a list of gratitudes!)

But I’m also grateful for our calls, that I can give support and encouragement, and also that my experiences can be turned to something valuable for someone else. It is truly a blessing to be able to help. And I give heartfelt thanks for this reminder.