Unemployed - A Memoir

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Location: Cedar Park, Texas, United States

I am an outsourced American: I am black/African American and approaching 43 years of age. This is a chronicle of my story. The major networks talk about the "robust economy," few of them talk about the personal cost of the loss. I hope my story is not just an ethnic story. Like I said: I am an outsourced American, a casualty of NAFTA and CAFTA. We will all share in this boat soon.

Friday, August 26, 2005

Chapter 18 - Invictus' Anniversary

All honor to my noble brothers worldwide of Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity, Inc.

William Ernest Henley. 1849 - 1903

Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet, the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishment the SCROLL,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

*****

Son of Invictus
© 25 August 2005, Reginald L. Goodwin, A.K.A. The Griot Poet

I am Invictus!

"My head is bloody, [yet] unbowed."
Two years removed from the game by

Downsizing,
Rightsizing,
Outsourcing

Have only revealed that I AM the source
Of my reality;

I AM the cause of my destruction or salvation.

I don't have to look beyond my own faith to know "every need is met"

Because
I AM!

Controlling what something means:

"They don't want me." Who needs them?
"They don't want to pay me." They can't afford me!
"I am out of work." I am OFF the Silicon plantation and done with sharecropping my gifts.
"I am unemployed." I am free to explore and use my talents in a way that please me and the God that I believe in.

I am free to grieve on this anniversary of my father's death (six years ago) and my demise from Corporate America (two years ago) on this date. Or, I can control what this means... and move on with my life.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Chapter 17 - Full Circle

Hi Reggie,



I want to take a moment to thank you for your interest in -------. While your past skills and experience are impressive, we didn’t feel there was a strong fit for our current opening.

I enjoyed talking with you and want to thank you for the time you spent with us and for your interest in the position. Please feel free to watch our careers page and apply if something in your interest area opens up.

Thanks again and good luck in your search.

Sincerely,

[HR rep]

My reply:

Thank you, -----.

I have updated my profile in your database.

{To anonymous -- an announcement to you, not the HR rep}

*****

I have had the most amazing conversations with men.

I am now 43 years old. "While my past skills and experience are impressive, no one seems to feel they are a strong fit for their current opening."

I am fine.

I've talked to men about my age and predicament. One has a web design business. From time-to-time he goes for interviews -- mostly for the fun of it -- passes their written examinations and their verbal queries. Yet, "though his skills and experience are impressive..." they hire "Joe College."

I am fine.

I talk to men that are in the same predicament. We have past skills that are impressive, or we're overqualified "based on our years of experience."

I am fine.

What's interesting about our conversations is that we have the same fears, the same self-doubts, the same prayers unanswered. We have the same hopes, the same dreams, the same aspirations -- to feed and provide for our households.

I am F.I.N.E.

But here, the acronym does not mean "Freaked Out, Irritated, Neurotic, and Erratic." At the beginning of the blog, I admit it probably did.

I have lived beyond severance, beyond benefits, beyond unemployment checks. I've managed to survive a semester at the University of Texas, Austin in Astronomy. I'm going back in the fall for two classes and a project with youth at middle and high schools. I've commented in two women's books: "Life is a Song Worth Singing" (poetry) and "Secret Sins of the Heart" (memoir) by Clarissa Bolding and Rachel Caron. I'm working on the commentary for a good friend, Joe Brundidge on his book of poems "The Naked Truth of Element 615" (his stage name). I have enrolled in a copywriting course that apparantly came at the right time.

I take no credit for the above blessings, for these blessings are from Above.

So, I am F.I.N.E.: Fired up, Inspired, Naturally talented, and Ecstatic.

I realize that I have the right to control what something means.

So, as an act of faith and not of vengeance, I am pulling my resume from all sites: Monster, Hot Jobs, Drake Beam Morin and specific company alerts. This should please the Bureau of Labor Statistics: the unemployment rate is only tabulated for the persons receiving benefits. In an Orwellian sense, I have voluntarily become an "un-person."

I will not apply for or receive unemployment benefits. I will live by my talents and live well.

My past skills and experiences are impressive, and those that feel I am not a strong fit for their organization will soon see what they have lost. The fact is, they cannot pay me the amount I am truly worth. I AM priceless.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Chapter 16 - On Faith

A particularly nerdy essay I apparently wrote to... myself.

On Faith

Hebrews 11: 1 “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

A moderately skilled logician would render the previous word problem thusly:

Faith = null + null.

Null, according to Webster, functions as an adjective, as in “null set.” It connotes “having no legal or binding force, invalid”; “amounting to nothing, nil”; “having no value, insignificant.”

The Apostle Paul is quoted often in sermons and motivational lectures without the impact of his statement clearly understood in the current lexicon. Further analysis from Webster also states null as “having no elements, mathematically, a null set.” In the refrain of a seventies song I recall with fondness: “Nothing plus nothing leaves nothing. [And] you got to have something if you want to be with me.”

Since physics jobs are testily unavailable to undergraduate degreed applicants, and engineering pays better, the following definition caught my fancy: “null is a measurement in which an unknown quantity (as of electric current) is compared with a known quantity of the same kind and found equal by a null detector.”

The problem that Paul introduces is in his formula for faith, without which, it is impossible to please God.

THE UNKNOWN GOD

What is unique about the Hebrews of early Palestine was the lack of representation of a physical body in art. Moses, the lawgiver, whose gravesite is purported to be Mount Nebo in Jordan (See “The Memorial of Moses at Mount Nebo, http://198.62.75.1/www1/ofm/fai/FAInebo1.html), made the stipulation for the early believers that they construct “no graven images.” This influenced Hebrew artists until after about the 10th century AD when they began to depict the human body, and the first earliest physical descriptions of what they looked like.

Europe and literally the entire known kingdoms of the earth at that time did not share this peculiarity. Their gods had physical, human forms, beautiful and handsome. The gods had specific functions they carried out in their respective pantheon (notably the Egyptians, Greeks, Norwegians, and Romans gods bore striking resemblance in their functionality). There were gods of the rain, wind, frost, mist, water, thunder, love, war, and harvest. Their gods had sex with each other and humans. Their gods became jealous and had wars. They demanded ritual sacrifice of bullocks and lambs at their altars: some sects also sacrificed humans.

The Hebrew God had no form. He demanded devotion, characteristically of the other gods with ritual sacrifice, but called for no human sacrifice save twice in written text.

“What proof do I have that God exists?” None… null… nada… zero.

Scientific method dictates “Principles and procedures for the systematic pursuit of knowledge involving the recognition and formulation of a problem, the collection of data through observation and experiment, and the formulation and testing of hypotheses.” (From Webster.) Interestingly, the phrase came into usage in 1854; its Etymology is Greek, from hypotithenai to put under, suppose, from hypo- + tithenai to put (circa 1656).

All that to say, I’d have to put God in a test tube; pour into a crucible, break down by way of some decomposition experiment and evaluate the discrete parts. That would not be deity: it would be an element on the periodic table.

Related to the Scientific Method are tools utilized to reach conclusions: hypothesis, theory, and law.

HYPOTHESIS implies insufficient evidence to provide more than a tentative explanation, e.g. a hypothesis explaining the extinction of the dinosaurs.

THEORY implies a greater range of evidence and greater likelihood of truth, e.g. the theory of evolution.

LAW implies a statement of order and relation in nature that has been found to be invariable under the same conditions, e.g. the law of gravitation.

Acts 17: 18, 22 – 23

“Then certain philosophers of the Epicureans, and of the Stoics, encountered him. And some said, What will this babbler say? Others say, he seems to be a setter forth of strange gods: because he preached unto them Jesus, and the resurrection.

“Then Paul stood in the midst of Mars' hill, and said, [You] men of Athens, I perceive that in all things you are too superstitious.

“For as I passed by, and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with this inscription, TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Whom therefore you ignorantly worship, Him I declare unto you.”

This is a lively chapter. Paul, after having turned the city upside down, according to the Judaic factions there debated the key philosophers of the day.

Epicurus lived between 341 – 270 BC, a Greek philosopher who taught that “pleasure is the only good and the end of all morality, through a life of simplicity, prudence, honor, and justice.” He’s best remembered in the phrase “eat, drink, and be merry.” (A real party animal.)

Stoics were members of a school of philosophy founded by Zeno of Citium about 300 BC holding that “the wise man should be free from passion, unmoved by joy or grief, and submissive to natural law; one apparently or professedly indifferent to pleasure or pain.” (For all you Trekkers out there, this is the inspiration and job description of Mr. Spock.)

Verses 29 & 32:

“Forasmuch then as we are the offspring of God, we ought not to think that the Godhead is like unto gold, or silver, or stone, graven by art and man's device.

“And when they heard of the resurrection of the dead, some mocked: and others said, We will hear thee again of this [matter].”

After which, Paul leaves.

Poverty and the 1st Null set

“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for…”

I am not a rich man. I grew up lower middle class in a segregated neighborhood of the segregated South in North Carolina. Forced bussing introduced me to light brown skin, blond, brunette, and redhead friends. I met my share of rednecks, too.

Modern day Epicureans, in my estimation, are probably not hungry. That which they conceive they and their lofty American and Swiss bank accounts can achieve.

Conception would be an inhibitor to conversation with such an individual(s). If you cannot conceive living a poor existence, you tend not to look at systems in effect for centuries, oversights of human government, or just plan bad luck. Such a person would probably blame the individual in the impoverished situation. They’d be right part of the time, but not all. Until they’ve hoped for their next meal, prayed for a sick child, found that their wealth couldn’t address the most perplex of human issues – death – they wouldn’t get it because they wouldn’t have to. They would consider me, as Paul, a babbler.

Schrödinger’s cat and the 2nd Null set

“…the evidence of things not seen.”

Erin Schrödinger is best known for an equation that describes the wave nature of elementary particles, and is fundamental to the description of the properties of all matter. Sometimes referred to as particle/wave duality: it is the basis for the branch of physics known as Quantum Mechanics.

To illustrate this, Schrödinger used a technique called a Gedankin, German for “thought experiment.” Here, in a nutshell, it is thus:

“If you place a cat in a perfectly sealed box and break a bottle of Radium with a remote trigger device, is the cat living or dead?”

Most would say, “it depends on the amount of Radium”; or “it depends on the time of exposure.” Erin probably didn’t intentionally want to anger any animal rights activists. Remember that this was all in his head.

The answer in Quantum Mechanics is “both,” i.e. the cat is living and dead until the reality of its fate is substantiated by an observer.

For our Stoic/Mr. Spock mentality, “this is not logical.” Such illogic, such uncertainty is the realm of Quantum Physics. Light can be observed as a photon or a wave. Electrical energy can be observed as an electron or [radio] waves. The perspective is based upon the observer, or witness. S/He reaches their own conclusion based on their own…faith.

A [paraphrased] joke from my pastor:

“A believer lived next door to an atheist. She was a poor woman without money. Nightly, she prayed for food from God. The atheist, ever eager to prove his point bought the woman food. She began to shout for joy, praising God. The atheist triumphantly entered her apartment saying ‘You see? God does not exist. God didn’t buy you those groceries. I did!’

“She praised louder and longer. ‘Didn’t you hear me, you silly woman? God didn’t buy you those groceries, I did!’

“She looked at the atheist and said ‘God not only provided groceries, he made the devil pay for them!’”

“Human existence in the saga of the cosmos can only be explained as an act of a God who intended to create beings like us.” Stephen Hawkings, Nobel Laureate Physicist, “A Brief History of Time.”

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Chapter 15 - Once More... Into the Breach

[HR rep],

I received your e-mail yesterday. I will be patient.

Could I possibly receive addresses for ------ and ---? I'd like to send them thank you letters.

Regards,

Reggie Goodwin

*****

Hi Reggie…Thanks for your patience. I’m afraid we are at a standstill at the moment, there is some internal reshuffling going on in this department at the moment, so we cannot make any decisions about hiring. I hope to know something for you in a few days or maybe by this time next week. If you do not hear from me sooner, feel free to check back with me this time next week.

Thanks again for your time and patience, I understand it’s frustrating not to have an answer.

*****

[HR rep],

Whatever your internal reshuffling, I'd still like to thank them personally. If you have a policy against it, I'll understand. I thought it the professional response to the phone screens.

Reggie

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
"Or close the wall up with our English dead.
"In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
"As modest stillness and humility:
"But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
"Then imitate the action of the tiger;
"Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
"Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;..."

William Shakespeare, Henry V, Act III, Scene I

Monday, August 15, 2005

Chapter 14 - Sighs, Brass and Tinkling Cymbals

From the Introduction (see archives for 2004):

11/23/2004

HR's reply:

You are on the hiring managers list of calls to make - I looked at the tracking sheet this AM.
(name blanked out)

My (14 August) e-mail:

I've talked to --- and ------ regarding the opportunity. I am confident we had good rapport and exchanged pertinent information on the position and its expectations. I am motivated to take the next step in this opportunity! I look forward to your reply to this e-mail, or call me at --------.

Thank you, and best regards,

Reggie Goodwin

(New) HR's reply:

Hi Reggie…I don’t have an answer for you yet. As soon as I do I will let you know.



Thanks,

"Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become [as] sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal." 1 Cor 13:1.

Sounds of sighing are
like unto the sound of one
hand clapping: hopeful.

Though I could have said "hopeless," I chose the word because the syllables match the beat of a proper haiku. Also, with a single word, the mood of the poem changes from somber to bright.

An extension of charity from a friend:

“Happy belated birthday Reggie! I love Ecclesiastes, and the book of Jude is also a favorite of mine. I studied End Time Bible prophecy with a minister who travels the world doing seminars on that subject (Larry Wilson) for 6 years every day ... then I wrote a book, ‘Thy Kingdom Come’, that sold out in the Family Christian Store. I'd change some of it now, but it was pretty good I think.

“If we're well into the time of the end (I think we are), God would take you out of the "system" for your own protection Reggie ... at just about this point.

“I took myself out of the system, some time ago because that's going to be important. In the spring, I'm going to be planting a huge garden, wildflowers, then flowering plants and bushes, veggies, and herbs. I'm just feeling lead to do that. It's going to be important now, to be spirit-led, Reggie.

“If you have time and you're interested, it might be worthwhile for you to look into Mayan prophecy, Native American prophecy, Tibetan Prophecy, Celestine Prophecy, the Dead Sea Scrolls are also worth looking into the (Esscene scriptures). Know what? It's possible that you're more like Saul than Job ... Paul was caught up in the world that he was living in, until God separated him and taught him, in the desert. God saw something special in Paul. There are supposed to be prophets prepared for this time ... "God never does anything without first informing his servants, the prophets" You never know. Know what book I love, I have "A guide to the I Ching", I just read it like a book of philosophy, it's really inspirational.

“I love all the Epistles, Paul seems so human to me. Some of your writing sounds like him.... "What I would do, I do not" etc.

“Keep on Reggie, Love, --------“

Out of respect for the poet's privacy, I've omitted her name.

My home boy, Ivanho, says poets are Prophets Of Eternal Truths.

If I am a prophet, this time of my life is my desert.

I am pleased that what I've written has touched at least one. I hope it has touched you.

I am wretched. I struggle with inner demons. I am all-together human.

Although, I wryly observe, beheading is "in vogue" again, and I remember that was Paul's demise at the hands of the Roman government. Also, due to being left for dead, shipwrecked and the infamous "thorn," I hope the Apostle and I only share writing styles and philosophical outlook.

My... a funny! I believe I am... choosing joy.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Chapter 13 - Surrender

Purgatory
© 30 July 2005, The Griot Poet

Eye am below Heaven and above hell
where familiar spirits dwell.

Teased between what appears to be
the "light at the end of the tunnel";
and the licking flames of discontent.

Oldies songs take me back to the seventies:
before sex;
before bills;
before marriage;
before responsibilities.

Eye remember
all eye ever wanted to do was to
make an honest living.

Somewhere in my story, eye discovered
[John] Milton's nine-level purgatory.

Vision... became lust;
"doing whatever it takes," violating sacred trusts.

If the soul is
the mind,
the will,
the imagination,
the emotions
and the intellect:
eye sold it!

When do visions become vain imaginations?
When does goal-setting lead to coveting?

Thrust into responsibilities before eye was trained and ready,

eye skipped down the "Primrose path" -- eye wide shut -- in "no mind,"
forgetting that
"action without thought"
takes prior planning
and much practice.

So, here am eye
at forty-three
feeling less like
Solomon
and more like
Ecclesiastes *

My prayers as the
vain repetition
of a heathen

Teased between what appears to be
the "light at the end of the tunnel";
and the licking flames of discontent.

*: Ecclesiastes 1: 2 Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all [is] vanity.

My alter-ego revealed.

I originally wanted to title this chapter "Bankruptcy," since that option is on my mind, and the rules for it will change by October after the end of the fiscal year.

I've been on a two-year journey. I've documented the pains I've felt, the self-doubt, the despair, and the hopes.

This is a process, long, complicated.

I remember a video I saw of Charles Dickens in a class based on Steven Covey's "The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People." He was despondent, depressed walking through the despair of the streets of London in an economic depression -- with no story idea. For most of us that viewed it with hindsight -- I was sitting next to a very good friend that was up on her literature -- we recognized the beginning of the plot for "A Tale of Two Cities": It was the best of times; it was the worst of times.

That kind of recognition -- the zen balance of life -- is where I am now.

My emotions, and granted, I've been in touch with some I initially put away on a dark, machismo shelf for many years -- are validated.

My hopes for a better tomorrow are justified.

And my desire for meaning of this crazy phase of my life, is "vanity." Other translations say: "Everything is meaningless," says the Teacher, "utterly meaningless!"

The job I thought I wanted at the company I had an HR rep for is in a hiring freeze until early next year.

The job that started this blog called me -- twice -- and it looks good. My hope.

I surrender to the understanding of life. "For in much wisdom [is] much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow." Eccl 1:18.

I surrender to the seasons that must process through my life: "To every [thing there is] a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven": Eccl 3:1.

Seasons change every ninety days. I look forward to my time to heal, my time to laugh, and my time to dance! Eccl 3:3&4 [paraphrased]

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Chapter 12 - The Carrot

“My day” occurs tomorrow. I will officially be 43-years-old at 7:39 AM.

When I included the verses from the book of Job, I’d buried my head into the keyboard after slamming my fist into a very expensive computer desk. My oldest son came to console me. He said he was proud of me.

I finally read the Book of Job, ironically in the same spelling as the word for employment, and found it a most depressing book! His friends were despicable! Most of the reading, I felt like physically slapping the TASTE out of their filthy mouths. For Job to pray for the callous snots after their bad advice, even with the Almighty coming to him out of a whirlwind is HERCULEAN to me. Somehow, praying for others makes his circumstances “all better.”

Speaking of praying: my wife and I try to pray at 5:00 AM every morning. This is HER idea, mind you. Since God is timeless, and man bound by time, I don’t see the difference in giving El Shaddai His due at 6:30 AM after a little more shuteye.

My prayer was testy, angry, blunt, pissed off. Yeah, I was mad at my invisible God. After all, I’ve been through this Jobian experience for well onto two years. I’m waiting for the whirlwind. I’m tired.

I got a call on my cell. Amazingly, it’s the same company that started this Blog in the first place (see the introduction). I don’t mention their names as I did there because I don’t want to jinx any possibility of getting back into the game.

Peer pressure: it’s not just for teenagers. Part of my journey this year was to realize that I am affected by peer pressure. Two instructors I admire are on the cover of Tae Kwon Do Times. They were laid off from their high-tech jobs like me. I had no reason to believe that I could not achieve the same level of success as they did. I was successful in getting the studio as a local interest story on News 8 Austin (see link in the title). Yet, we don’t share the same background; experiences or culture. I can’t be like them. I can only be me.

Unfortunately, my net after earnings wasn’t and hasn’t been much after two years. I made a lot of money and I had to spend a lot of it on advertising and operational costs.

I talked first to the HR rep (a new one!) I talked to an associate of the hiring manager. I talked to THE hiring manager. This was all done as a phone screen. Then, reality set in.

The face-to-face is what I’m waiting on. They didn’t actually SAY they were going to pull me in for an interview. This unknown is the biggest problem the unemployed face.

I’ve been out of the game for two years. I’ve honorably tried to get a business off the ground to stay in the area. I’ve honorably looked for other jobs outside of the city and state.

The face-to-face is probably the only answer now I could stand to accept now. My day is tomorrow. My tomorrow is in the balance.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Chapter 10 - "It has to be blatant"

"Facts About Age Discrimination
"The Age Discrimination in Employment Act of 1967 (ADEA) protects individuals who are 40 years of age or older from employment discrimination based on age. The ADEA's protections apply to both employees and job applicants. Under the ADEA, it is unlawful to discriminate against a person because of his/her age with respect to any term, condition, or privilege of employment -- including, but not limited to, hiring, firing, promotion, layoff, compensation, benefits, job assignments, and training.

"It is also unlawful to retaliate against an individual for opposing employment practices that discriminate based on age or for filing an age discrimination charge, testifying, or participating in any way in an investigation, proceeding, or litigation under the ADEA.

"The ADEA applies to employers with 20 or more employees, including state and local governments. It also applies to employment agencies and to labor organizations, as well as to the federal government."

However, Mr. Bobby R. Taylor (www.taylor-law.com) says "it has to be blatant." From this quote describing age descrimination from the EEOC, I don't read that.

You read it for yourself. I've posted the memo below for your review. Mr. Taylor, as black and as bald as I am spent 20 minutes with a white couple before me dressed casually in jeans and canvas pants. He might have spent 20 seconds with me dressed in a business suit. "Just cut to the chase and I'll see if I can help you." I paraphrased the memo below. He "didn't have enough to go on. They may have a reason: they may not want to pay for older employees and are looking for college freshouts." But, that's not age discrimination. Amazing clairvoyance from Mr. Taylor's "cutting to the chase," considering the lawyer never bothered to read my memo:

*****

Memo for Record, 8 August 2005
Re: Corporate Plus Executive Search Firm/Age Discrimination

To Whom It May Concern:

A Mr. Levan Johnson of Corporate Plus Executive Search Firm contacted me Monday, 25 July 2005. My initial contact was apparently via e-mail at 10:25 AM CST (see E-mail). That was followed up with a call on my cell phone at approximately 11:10 AM.

Mr. Johnson informed me of a Leadership Training Program with a Fortune 15 corporation that his company represented (again, see E-mail). I was chosen for my resume on CareerBuilder.com and it’s mentioning of my four years of prior management experience in the United States Air Force where I managed 85 persons in a four-year period.

Mr. Johnson understandably wanted an updated copy of my resume: “What have you been doing since 2003?” I’d been laid off from my job. I admitted I’d been running a business – he called me right in the middle of administrating a martial arts summer camp at the park. He said that experience would also be attractive since the Leadership Training Program was a store management position with their client, Home Depot.

I revised my resume and sent it the same day for Mr. Johnson (see 2nd E-mail). I’ve also included the revised resume.

Not hearing anything, I called Mr. Johnson that Friday, 29 July 2005 to follow-up on the status of my resume. He forwarded me to a Walter, who was over the division responsible for the Home Depot account.

Walter informed me that the resume had been forwarded and I should hear something soon regarding the next step – a telephone screen. I was informed if I did not hear anything that Friday, I’d definitely hear something conclusive on Monday.

“You’re overqualified based on your years of experience,” was the call and the statement from Mr. Johnson. I asked for clarification, as I could see I am probably overqualified with an Engineering Physics bachelors and 10-plus years experience as an engineer in the semiconductor industry. “No, sir. You’re overqualified based on your years of experience. The position is looking for someone with a total work experience of 6 – 10 years. You have more.”

I did the math in my head. I’ve worked since the age of 16 and I graduated college at 22: that’s either a person age 22 – 26 years or age 28 – 32 years. I will be forty-three Sunday, 14 August 2005. “Is that another way of saying ‘I’m old?’”

“No, sir. You’re overqualified based on your years of experience,” he repeated hesitantly. “That’s the total work experience our client is looking for. We will keep your resume on file for other opportunities that are a better fit for your background.”

I said, “Thank you.” I hung up and called information for the number to the Law offices of Bobby R. Taylor, Attorney. END

Mr. Taylor extended his hand as I walked out of his office. I did not reciprocate, interrupted by a call on my mobile phone. He informed his secretary I did not need to pay the $50 consult fee. A rather small, gracious gesture.

I will not seek Mr. Taylor's permission to use his comments if this blog becomes a book. You can't pay for this brand of cosmic comedy anywhere!

Chapter 11 - My Day

After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.

And Job spake, and said, Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night [in which] it was said, There is a man child conceived.

Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.

Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.

As [for] that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.

Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Chapter 9 - On Becoming

Suffice to say, I was not offered the phone screen for the Home Depot position.

However, it has made me consider hiring a lawyer.

I received a call from a headhunting firm. [They] got my resume from careerbuilder.com. They asked me for an updated version of my resume. I obliged the rep. I was confident I could sail through the interview and out of my financial morass.

"I'm sorry, sir. We rejected your resume on the basis of... you are overqualified."

I say, "I've been out of work for two years. YOU called ME. What is your definition of over qualification?"

"You're overqualified, sir, because of your years of experience."

"Just what does that mean?"

"Well, the position requires 6 - 10 years of total work experience... you have more."

"So, are you saying I'm overqualified, or that I'm too old?" I've been working since I was sixteen years old. That's either 22, or 26 years. If they tabulate from my age at graduation, that’s 28 - 32 years.

"You're overqualified, sir, because of your years of experience."

"I see. Thank you."

I called information and contacted a lawyer. The math just doesn't add up and two years of blogging is patience enough for anyone.