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  • Job update: Me

    So it’s my turn to update you on the job front!

    I don’t know if this TECHNICALLY counts as achieving my goal of an upwards career move. What I can tell you is I now have the security of a fulltime contract. My title hasn’t changed, but I will have a bit more responsibility, and presumably the opportunity to really prove myself on the weekends. I do get a raise – almost 10% – which seems fair and I’m happy with. Next time around, I’d like to crack 40k – so close, yet so far. I’ll also be salaried, so I’ll know exactly how much I get each pay cycle. No OT, though – boo.

    The big change is my working hours. Wednesday to Sunday, and I’ll be working the afternoon shift on the weekends. But I’m not signing on for the rest of my life. It’s not like I have a roaring social life, and in fact, I think this could actually help me be more social. It’s way too easy for me to come home after work, shower, eat, and then decide I can’t be assed going all the way back to town, for example. Or even when it’s just an occasion in the burbs, sometimes, if I’m completely honest. And it sure beats working the night shift, or the early shift (6.30am? Hell to the no).

    What does suck is having opposite days off from T (no full days to spend together, no spur of the moment day or weekend trips) and different shifts (he starts around 7). We’ll have to organise a schedule that allows us to spend our evenings together rather than doing cooking or housework. And grocery shopping will probably have to be done on a weekend morning before work, or possibly left to him sometimes (eek!)

    Assuming he does 40hour weeks, that should make us a 70k plus income household. Crazy! (What’s also crazy is perhaps the fact his hourly rate is nearly the same as mine, and has been higher in the past. And I have a degree! But such is the nature of the industry… and he’s not unskilled by any means).

    I feel like things are finally, slowly, starting to come together.

    Did I mention that we’ll be moving soon, and I can pretty much guarantee that we’ll be paying more rent wherever we go? Our rent right now is really cheap (shared house) – the downside of course is dealing with flatmates and the resulting drama. So the timing couldn’t be better.

    Thank you, universe.

  • Job update: Him

    Sometimes, things take a long time to come to fruition. And sometimes, they just move ridiculously fast…

    T finished up with landscaping and the likely dead end father/son business and has returned to what he was doing before.

    It’s now been well over a year since he was laid off from a good job, which seemed to be the path toward getting qualified and good earning potential in the trades. Since then he’s dabbled in a few things, and although he still doesn’t have a long-term plan, he’s just happy to be doing something that utilises his skills. Redundancy was a big blow for both of us – he was the main income earner, I was still studying – and because fabrication was something he kind of fell into, he’s floundered a bit since then.

    Don’t get me wrong, he’s not a leech and he’s not lazy. It’s been embarrassing for him to come home on weeks when he’s hardly made enough to cover work expenses like gas and lunches. He’s just as glad as I am that he should now be able to pay the bills. Sure, this is going to mean spending more on gas and food (it’s not as far as his old job, but he’ll be driving our car instead of a work truck), some new clothes and him once again coming home tired, aching and sore everyday, but the benefits have to outweigh the negatives.

    You know the saying “it’s who you know?” In this case, it really is all about contacts. It was an old flatmate of mine (now in a relationship with T’s sister and who has just had two kids with her, funnily enough) who got T his first job in the industry, and who got him this gig. It probably goes without saying that I am incredibly grateful to have crossed paths with him back in 2006. I was NOT looking forward to another round of endless job seeking like the one T went through last year. Even though it wasn’t me on the line, that didn’t make it any easier – the discouragement, the frustration, the disheartened face that would greet me when I got in the door.

    So, whether this lasts, whether this leads to anything more, remains to be seen. Whether he wants to stay in the industry isn’t even really on the cards right now. I don’t think an apprenticeship is going to happen – people seem to think it’s easy to get one, but they be FOOLS – but at least he has the option of paying a few hundred dollars and getting his welding tickets if need be. (The only bummer is that they don’t last long and have to be renewed constantly. NOT cheap.)

    For now, I want us to be able to really get our financial house in order; it hurts me to think how much we frittered away in the past, but we’ve learned to live on so much less now. The priority will be getting his debt paid down, while saving a little for a rainy day, while the money is there. After that, we’ll see.

    As for me, I have a whole post coming up on that. Stay tuned!

  • This is why I like to plan things out…

    Here’s a quick recap of our Sunday (Valentine’s Day):

    We decided to go to the movies, specifically, the Sylvia Park cinemas because they have the most comfortable seats (T is not a small guy), plus we had vouchers for $12 tickets there. Having left the house in a rush, we didn’t know what time anything was showing, and it turned out Sherlock Holmes wasn’t on for another four hours.

    We drove to town, got to the Angus Steak House, only to find they didn’t do lunches on weekends.

    We walked up to SkyCity. Turns out their yum cha buffet isn’t a buffet anymore.

    We walked down to Queen St, because I remembered the kebab chain was advertising $5 kebabs. Except they weren’t doing that today.

    In the end, we settled on a Chinese style barbecue buffet in the Midcity complex,where you pick out the raw ingredients (along with some typical fried goodies like  spring rolls to nibble on) and cook  them yourself on a gas cooker (what a novelty!) It wasn’t till I went to pay that I saw how low their food hygiene rating was. Eeek…

  • The best laid plans…

    I didn’t get much of a break over the holiday period. I pretty much worked through Christmas and New Year’s, with only the statutory days off. (The one thing I did do was spend a night at the Duxton on New Year’s Day).

    So I was really excited to book a weekend at Punga Lodge on Waiheke Island – it’s top of my travel list, and with summer coming to an end, I didn’t want to miss out and wait till the end of the year.

    The finances SHOULD have been no problem. I had pretty much the exact amount sitting in my travel account (barring extra food, activities, etc over there).

    BUT. There’s always a but. T still has not been paid from his New Year’s job. First there was some internal drama, now his contact who got him the job has gone overseas, and who knows when it’s going to be sorted out. Therefore, I paid for our New Year’s Day hotel break out of the travel account. That pretty much halved it.

    Then last week I paid the deposit on the lodge, which was $182.50. That pretty much left the account at zero.

    THEN. I was expecting to be paid this week from my side job (another $355.) But I wasn’t. Account is still at zero. I may just have to pay for the other half of the booking out of my savings account and wait till my second job gets around to paying my invoice.

    Grrrrrr.

    (Oh yeah, I finally dug up my old, old post on my shoe collection, since everyone else has been posting theirs! This is from almost a year ago, but there have only been a couple of changes since then – added a black pump with chunky geometric heels, and replaced my pointy black flats. And retired my black ballet flats; I’m on the lookout for a replacement…)

  • Romantic quotes

    In honour of Valentine’s Day:

    “Because of you, I’m running out of reasons to cry” – Shakira, Underneath Your Clothes

    “A husband who loved me so enthusiastically that that love jumped from the page like an overeager Labrador, knocking over anyone who happened to be giggling over one of his books.” – Salon‘s Rebecca Traister on Calvin Trillin and his wife, Alice .

    “I want to stand with you on a mountain, I want to bathe with you in the sea. I want to lay like this forever until the sky falls down on me” – Savage Garden, Truly Madly Deeply

    “I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing” – Aerosmith, Don’t Wanna Close My Eyes

    “There is no remedy for love but to love more” – Thoreau

    “You don’t marry someone you can live with – you marry the person who you cannot live without” – Unknown

    “I love you, baby, and if it’s quite alright, I need you, baby, to warm a lonely night…” – Frankie Valli, Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You

    “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.” – Nat King Cole

    And to finish off, rather than a sickly, sugar-laden love song, I give you one of my favourite one-hit wonders ever.

  • Career angst (not mine this time)

    (If you’re coming here from my 2011 post, note that this is from a year ago. T has a steady job, the latest in a very long chain of events which goes something like career track/redundancy/temp work/total unemployment/short course/job which turned out to be a dead end – as detailed below – temp work, more total unemployment in which we agreed he would wait for something remotely challenging or with growth potential/full time job.)

    I’ve been the main income earner now for over a year (and for most of that time, I was a student). And I’m tiring of it.

    T has been working – sort of – for a few months. Basically he does tree work and landscaping – it’s a “fun” job for him, and seeing as he only works with one other person, he doesn’t really have to worry about work politics. BUT. There are a lot of buts.

    a) The pay is about as bad as it gets.
    b) The hours aren’t even regular
    c) It’s also kind of a seasonal thing, and obviously winter will be the worst.
    d) And long-term, where is this going?
    e) It’s a company started up by our flatmate’s father, who is essentially the boss of both his son and T. (I just don’t think family and business mix).
    f) For example, T is still on an hourly wage. But I think the boss’ son/our flatmate is now on a salary. This means he doesn’t really care if they don’t have work for a few days, as he isn’t affected. He’ll just take off on a fishing trip or something.
    g) T is adamant that they are serious about the business, but they haven’t even got around to registering with the Companies office, among other things.
    h) Our flatmate is what you might generously call a screwup. He says he’s learned from all his mistakes, but he really hasn’t. It’s only a matter of time..he’s not the brightest crayon in the box. And after two months, he still hasn’t even got around to getting the business cards printed up. That’s how he rolls.

    So for all this talk of really kickstarting the business, getting more contracts, getting more money, I’m sceptical. I know it’s only been a few months, but we can’t afford to keep on like this for much longer. I’ve told him we need to re-evaluate the situation, and he agrees – he wants to start looking for another job.

    A while ago I got my hands on a copy of Refuse to Choose: What Do I Do When I Want To Do Everything? by Barbara Sher (bear with me here, this is related). It casts light on those who the rest of us might call deadbeats or flakes; those who can’t settle down, those who bounce from job to job without committing. Sher says these people are Scanners, “endlessly inquisitive” individuals who are curious about many unrelated subjects with no desire to specialise in any. Rather than valuing money or “success” in the traditional form of the word, Scanners have their own “nectar” and once they get what they need out of a project, they’re ready to move on.

    She identifies nine types of Scanners, including the Sampler, Wanderer, Jack of all Trades, Serial Specialist, Plate Spinner and Double Agent. Whether you find yourself returning to the same things time and time again, or are always seeking new challenges, she offers advice on finding ways around that, balancing multiple interests and devising paths toward finding a career that works for you.

    When I hit the Jack of all Trades chapter, I knew we were onto something. Jacks don’t value career success. For them, what’s important is usually something in their personal life – family, music, whatever. For them, the “good-enough” job works and it works well. It works even better because they tend to excel at whatever they do and rise rapidly through the ranks. According to the author, these kinds of Scanners can literally do anything, and shouldn’t waste time chasing the mythical perfect job (odds are it doesn’t exist).

    You know what? That’s him! He’s quick to learn and has impressed people in everything he’s done. Athletics. The army. His two years in engineering and fabrication. Coaching kids sports. His university course (he now has uni entrance qualifications, should he decide to enrol in the future). He’s got an aptitude for cooking, for working with his hands, and just for learning in general. It’s almost annoying just how good he is at anything he tries.

    After wading through all that, I think I feel like I have a little more understanding of how he ticks. But at the end of it all, neither of us can help but feel the same as we did before: Why can’t he find something and stick with it?

    So: what advice would you give someone like him? Where should he look? What should he do?

  • The one where I talk about baby poo

    Following on from yesterday’s post about family…I’m an auntie again!

    Well, I would be if I was married, anyway. But technicalities, schmecnicalities.

    He’s a little redfaced, wrinkly-handed boy with massive feet and a full head of hair. So cute!

    His oldest sister is super excited, because their other two siblings both have brown eyes. But no, this one belongs to her! I remember when things were that simple in my world.

    I also got to see a newborn poop. Not just the poo, but him actually doing it. It was one of the ickiest things I’ve ever seen.

    Which brings me to wonder: Babies don’t eat. They drink milk. So shouldn’t their number ones and twos come out virtually the same?

    And secondly: I was telling T that my genes would be overpowering his. No way will our kids have blue eyes. Blue eyes are recessive (I remember doing those gene punnet squares in Year 10 science…) – that’s right isn’t it?

  • Back in the old days

    My future family is going to be very different from the family I grew up with. Part of it’s a culture thing, part of it a generational thing, and part of it is just down to personality.

    There are SO many things that annoyed me about my family growing up. Everybody thinks their parents are weird. But mine weren’t just weird weird, they were annoying weird.

    I’m talking:

    • My dad’s anal obsession with locking every. single. car door before driving off. If you didn’t lock your door, he’d reach over and do it for you. There’s nothing else that makes you feel quite as much like a two-year-old.
    • Neither of my parents EVER picked up the phone (apart from my dad’s business line – that, everyone rushed to get.) The premise was that my mum hated telemarketers and wanted to screen all calls; hence, the machine would pick up after just two rings, which also made it impossible to pick up anyway unless you happened to be right next to it.
    • No presents. I don’t know why, we just didn’t do gifts. I’m assuming neither of them really got presents growing up, and carried on the tradition.
    • No holidays. No trips to the beach, or the snow, etc. Although they just took a trip over to Australia with my little brother – maybe times are a changing?
    • And finally, it used to embarrass me that my parents gave me money to buy ten-trip bus tickets for the journey to school. You know, cause all the cool kids paid full fares, every day, in cash. And even worse to the 11-year-old me, they’d give me $21 to pay for a $11 pass. SO embarrassing, when a 20-ride pass was $22 and people would ask me why they didn’t just give me the extra dollar (God only knows). But why $21, exactly? Because it saved the driver having to count out $9 in change – he or she could just whip out a $10 bill and have it over and done with. Which in hindsight is quite considerate, actually.

    I’m under no illusion that my kids are going to think they have the coolest parents in the world – we’re going to embarrass them no matter how hard we try.  But one thing’s for sure – we’re going to have presents every birthday and Christmas, and we’re going to make holidays a priority. I want my children to get to experience lots of different things, not just listen enviously to their friends recounting their great vacations back on the first day of school.

    So, what’s your family going to be like? What quirky things did your own family do when you were younger?