H. Neal Glanville: Mr. G’s Job Camp
December 15, 2008
Each – no, every – time, I find myself even remotely agreeing with Vice-Principal Jacobson, I peek under the bed. Then look outside, hoping no one’s on the front porch holding a white jacket with straps and buckles.
But : (my fingers are going numb) : he’s right.
Setting up a program to help students find and keep jobs is a great idea, but baby-sitting and rewarding them along the way isn’t.
Shannan Koucherik’s letter to the editor regarding the same program, printed Dec. 8, also is right. In her case, I’m biased. Anyone who plays with puppies and likes kids can’t be wrong that often.
Into the mix of opinions I’d like to offer a glimpse of Mr. G’s Job Camp:
When looking for work, show up in person, ready to go to work. Using your devious devices (I know, I’ve been warned – they’re called cell phones) to call a possible employer is a waste of your time and the employer’s time.
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Fill out the job application completely. Using your own pen shows sincerity.
The application-and-interview process is not the time to ask about coffee breaks or how often you’ll get a raise.
When you are hired, come to work each day on time.
Leave your personal drama at home where it belongs.
Be ready and willing (those aren’t trick words) to work.
When your boss asks you to do something, don’t complain and ask why you have to do it. Just take hold of it, and do it as quickly and efficiently as possible.
If you’re expecting “atta-boys” or a group hug each time you do what you’re being paid for, start dreaming of self-employment.
It’s a dirty, stinky, nasty shame that you’ll have to work. But an honest day’s work is the only way (trust me on this one) to earn money to pay for a lifestyle you will choose to live. That’s one of life’s simpler truths; the complicated ones sneak up on you later.
Mr. G’s advice: Don’t know it all, be willing to learn every day, work to live, don’t live to work and most importantly, life’s an adventure, grab hold and enjoy.
Technology still a dirty word
I enjoyed Jennifer (the editor) Grubbs’ defense-of-technology piece, printed last Tuesday.
Although, it does raise a question: By inventing and/or re-creating objects – “de doodahs” – to make our life seem easier or to speed up the completion of said “doodah” projects, do we not neuter ourselves when the power goes out?
Maybe, by making life simpler, we have, in fact, complicated it beyond recognition.
How many people can “read” time, but can’t tell time? Can you do simple math without a calculator or count change back without help?
Look about you. How many objects do you own that you’ve been convinced you can’t live without?
Am I against technology? Pretty much.
It worries me that we’re losing basic everyday skills in its name.
On the upside, Jane and I have lived with and without indoor plumbing. It’s unanimous that indoor is better.
Until next time :
There I was, surrounded on half-a-side, when I said to myself, “Self,” I said (‘cuz that’s what I call myself when I’m talking to myself), “just because you beat out your brother, Roy; nephew, Kelly, and the Queen Bee of football picks, Ericca Francis GlanvilleWallet, don’t gloat. It will never happen again.”
Thank you for your time.