Hm, didn’t do badly at helping in the kitchen, D. said initiative (asking questions about where utensils are in the kitchen, say) counts for much. Which while an admirable sentiment, it doesn’t make as large a dent as she seemed to state, least. in the long run. I pointed out that while initiative may acquire you a job, initiative will not let you keep it. So she attempted to explain the Serve 25 hour (in my case) observation process and I’m still confused. She said the various difficulties didn’t matter – so if they’re not there to figure out how to work with and around those in my case, then what’s their use? I understand at the end of the process they help with interviews, et all, but if they’re just here to look for ‘initiative’ then they could save 25 hours and get to the damned point.
Also a bit irritated with myself, or rather, drinking glasses. They’re identical, save for apparently an inch or so and there’s damned perception problems with moving objects. Of which glasses are, as they’re not stationary in a kitchen. People move objects too fast and they’re all…jumbled, can’t get a good visual size comparison going. without taking a few seconds you really don’t have to scrutanize the object. That’s the problem, I think, those extra few seconds add up, and they need to be done for every object. Which is probably why I can draw. Having to actually – look – at everything makes you notice how far apart colors and shadow and lines are in relation to its surroundings. Unfortunately if you, say, move something, the relationship changes radically. It’s how I turn one rather decimated tulip into a bouquet of flowers on paper. It’s also why I loath drawing from life, everyone – moves -, even when they don’t mean to. Well, ‘cept for me, but drawing my hand or foot, got that down to a matter of moments and it doesn’t really count. I suppose it’s good I’ve no plans to work in industrialized kitchen (why they scheduled me for kitchen duty was because I suggested working with pwd, daycares and/or adults. Apparently spending hours in a kitchen was part of their version of ‘working with’.’ Going to need to have a talk with the woman the next time she calls back, it was not what I had in mind when I suggested working with adults.
-Edited to remind myself I also need to talk to her about warnings. I dunno if she’s new, but she forgot to tell me I needed nonslip shoes for the kitchen. Incredibly fucking lucky I had a pair, whoever her next client is will get a hurting when they fall and she failed to make sure they had proper equipment.
June 11, 2009 at 4:48 pm
Okay, does this mean you are now in a working-class occupation? Because I just assumed you were some kind of teacher or professor or will be at some point. (Is this totally wrong or was I dreaming or what?)
June 12, 2009 at 1:43 am
The only reason I ‘left’ the working class force was because the self righteous bastards wouldn’t compromise and/or hire me. As for college, I wish, but never been. Brother’s been nagging me to go, says to ‘pick something I’d enjoy’, except the jobs I’d enjoy don’t have many openings and I doubt I’d get hired as a teacher cuz of the trans thing, not many areas are that liberal, especially to someone who wasn’t in the job for a few decades b’fore transition which is how it seems to generally go, at least by the news stories. I refuse to wait several more decades, they can kiss my ass. Then there’s the ‘paying for it’ aspect, rather not get any kind of a loan with no job or job prospects. Job first, then loans. Maybe. Trying to figure out if I’d be able to squeak trans things under health insurance, because I can’t afford to pay that and college loans. Then there’s the matter of finding a job people wouldn’t object much to my being in. Was debating on librarian but not many job opportunities there in the specifics, either. That’s the kind of job people tend to stay in ’till they die and I don’t relish the idea of being a bookkeeper for a law firm. Never did get hired as a mechanic and I’ve got the damned certificate for it. Two bloody years, wasted. So, still mulling over probabilities.
I do teach basic drawing to whomever comes calling, generally kids, and I also help with homework through the college level but that’s not quite the same thing as an 8 hour day, unfortunately. The pay’s better for the piecework but there’s not much of it ’round here.
In other words, you were dreaming. Then again, so was I. I don’t generally dream for something I’m pretty damned sure I won’t be able to acquire, though, at least not long enough to fall on my ass in the attempt. S’pose y’could say I’m built to last. The stumble with the mechanic’s cert. was quite enough and the training for that at the time was free for students in H.S.. With the added bonus of having to pay for an education I refuse to chance something without reasonable odds.
Now, I did work as a home health aid for pwd’s for several years and I’m hoping to get back into Ze Market shortly, once the hours for Serve are finished. Said they’d teach me how to interview properly n’things of that nature, since I know my interview skills are…lacking. Boss-Lady said they’d help try and find a way to work for Futures, the only prob. there was the few weeks intro transportation and the info that I’d need a car, which blind n’visual services said didn’t sound right, she’d check into it.