Moo

Just received a phone call from Newark, DE.  I knew exactly what it was prior to answering but answered it, anyway … in an attempt to maybe put some “slow” on this latest nuisance that’s been introduced to my life.  There was a slight delay after my “Hello” followed by a young lady, an obviously Indian young lady, giving me the standard greeting and asking how my day was going.  My response to this was that I knew exactly why she was calling me and that I could save us both some time by informing her that I had just signed on for a contract job and was not available for other work.  She then completely ignored everything I just told her and started telling me about some contract work that she was looking to fill.

After patiently listening to her well-rehearsed spiel; I, once again, informed this poor girl that I was not available and won’t be available for a year.  This is where things get a bit strange … rather than just giving up, saying something along the lines of, “Sorry to bother you.  Best of luck with your new position and have a nice day.” then ending the call, she asks me to hold, puts me on hold and transfers me to her boss.

The boss – another obvious Indian … male, this time – basically begins the whole process again from the start.  Luckily for me, he understands (or at least believes) what I am saying when I tell him the same thing I was trying to tell the other lady earlier.  This finally ends the call although I’m not getting that wasted time back in my life.

A couple minutes later and I receive an email from the same people I just spoke to.  It’s the standard, pre-formatted, “Urgent” requirement for a “Physical Design Engineer @ Sunnyvale, CA / Austin, TX / Hudson, MA.”  This one’s from a Vaishali Tyagi with Raas Infotek in Newark, DE.  Although it doesn’t explicitly state this, I can – with 100% accuracy – also tell you that this contract job is with HCL (an Indian placement company) for a project that Intel is currently doing.  “How do I know that?” you might ask.  Well, this is FAR from the first time I’ve seen that exact same email.  I’ve probably seen it, or something extremely similar to it, at least 100 times throughout the last year … it never stops.  Hell, whilst typing these last couple paragraphs after that initial phone call I spoke of above, I’ve received a call from a number identified as “Collection” from a “landline in Nevada” that was an Indian guy trying to hook me up with the same job and another call from Newark, DE – the number only varies from that original call I spoke of above by the last two digits – that was yet another Indian guy.  It never ends…

You know, I could just ignore these calls – and I often do – however, I would much prefer a way to end them.  Mind you, this is merely a side-effect of what looking for employment has become these days.  It’s that cottage industry of primarily Indian-based, technical placement companies that has arisen by having the ability to constantly parse contract job postings and potential employees from the myriad of internet-based job boards that now exist.  I guess one should never forget that, in today’s world, we’re all seen as not much more than heads of cattle to our overlords and, at least in the high-tech industries, it appears that India has taken the lead in guiding the herd to the slaughterhouses.  Or maybe that’s just how I see it…?

bis später,

Coriolis

Lather, Rinse ... REPEAT

I’m sitting in my suite at the Larkspur Landing in a city by the name of Renton, Washington. Renton, Washington?  Never heard of the place; although it is now entered in on my Google Maps as my “home.”  Don’t think it’ll be too long before that changes – I wrote a check for $500 as a deposit on an apartment up in West Seattle earlier today.  I’m not one for wasting time and, the way things are with finding decent housing these days, I figured it best I claimed my stake before it disappeared.  All’s that’s left now is the application and – assuming I qualify with said application – delivery of my crap from Nevada.  No problem…

Interestingly enough, I’m not even 100% sure that I really have landed the contract job that all this “moving to Seattle” depends on.  However, I’m not about to let such a miniscule hitch slow me down.  Nope, I’m all-in.  I seem to have been dealt a solid “start hand” – it’s that flop that kills ya, though…  Curtis, the recruiter that landed me this job, is stopping by my hotel this afternoon to get the contract signed and whatever … maybe I’ll find out more then.  Haven’t heard “word one” from Boeing since being told that the PDF I created for the non-employee badge request was deemed sufficient and “preferred” to the FAX option that Curtis was asking me to do.  I was also informed that my badge is ready to be picked up although I still have no idea where this would be done nor where I am expecting to be working – an address would be nice … as would a start day and time.  Oh well, beggars, choosers – you know what they say…

I suppose this is just a case of déjà vu all over again.  Seems to me I’ve done this before.  It was a somewhat younger me and, at that time, the whole “not speaking the language of the locals” twist was thrown in as well.  I survived – thrived, actually.  Things have got to be easier this time.  It’s just that, at one time – and not too long ago, mind you – I believed I had put these adventures of jumping blindly into the deep end behind me.  An ill-advised detour seems to have brought me a substantial distance back, however.  Here we go again…

But hey, on the positive side, I am getting the opportunity to broaden my horizons.  I still have little to no idea what this next project will actually be requiring me to do.  I’m somewhat sure that it will require at least some of the skills I already know (well, knew at one time … let’s be honest, it’s been a while) although it sounds like the largest portion of work is going to be doing things I’ve never actually done before.  I’m thinking this will be mainly a learning experience.  Nothing wrong with learning new skills although I better learn quickly – getting paid to learn things just sounds so un-capitalistic to me and we all know that, in this country, capitalism rules.

I do get the opportunity to check out the Seattle lifestyle.  The apartment I just claimed seems like an ideal basecamp for such an endeavor as well.  It’s located just a short walk from the north end of Alki Beach as well as the Seacrest Ferry Dock.  I guess this basically translates to it being pretty much a short walk to downtown Seattle.  That could be good, I suppose.  I’m kind of hoping that, by its location alone, I will have much more desire to continue my adventures that I so enjoyed back in Santa Monica.  I tried walking through the old neighborhood a few times whilst back at the parent’s but that just wasn’t the same.  It’s a big plus to actually have something interesting to see.  I do hope it doesn’t rain too much…

bis später,

Coriolis

Fly, Fly Away

It’s a Saturday.  I’ve technically got nothing planned for today.  Tomorrow I plan to perhaps shave my head and begin the packing process.  I’ve got to somehow pack everything I’m going to be needing into a couple checked bags and one carry-on prior to my flight early afternoon on Tuesday.  I’ve got a one-way, first-class ticket to Seattle … it comes with two “free” checked bags and one carry-on.  I’m planning on using all three.

For you see, things have moved forward a bit since the last chat I had with you.  I mentioned the three jobs that I had the most hope of “going somewhere” and have apparently landed the first.  Ends up it’s in Seattle.  I, on the other hand, am still in Allen Park – a smallish suburb downriver from Detroit, Michigan.  This is currently scheduled to change in three days.  Although the actual start-date for this year-long contract I am accepting isn’t quite finalized yet – we’re currently “targeting” next Friday, the 1^st of March although that could easily slip a bit – I’ve decided to fly out there a few days early.  I’ve booked a room in one of those extended-stay type hotels – booked it through March 15^th, actually – and I am hoping to use the days before I start work to hopefully find an apartment or at least begin the process of apartment procurement.  Seems like, these days, this process has the potential to become a bit complicated.  Fingers – crossed.

It’s becoming more and more apparent that I’ve gone about this moving process wrong.  Although flying to Seattle is, by far, the simplest way to get “me” there; it makes the amount of “stuff” that I can bring quite limited.  The problem is that I drove here from California last fall with quite a bit more than I can pack into two checked bags and one carry-on.  First and foremost is the car that I drove – there’s no way they’ll let me check a car in on my flight!  So, the car stays where she currently is – in storage.  That’s just one more monthly bill I’ll need to keep paying until the time comes where I will hopefully be able to get the car shipped to me in Seattle.  Either that or I’m thinking I could maybe take a long weekend and fly back to Michigan, load up the car with the other items I wasn’t able to take on my flight, and drive her back to Seattle myself.  That, of course, would need to be sometime after winter.  Winter, after all, is why I’m not just making that drive now.  Driving a sports car with speed-rated, sport tires across the north of this country in the middle of winter just sounds like a stupid thing to attempt … besides, my mom won’t let me.  I’m going to now need to be renting a car for quite some time … yet another expense.  Oh well, that’s life.

Apart from the car, I’m also going to be needing to leave my guitars – some other bits of miscellanea as well, but the guitars seem quite consequential.  I suppose they’re actually no big deal since I haven’t been playing them at all lately due to my fear of making either of my arms (or both) completely un-usable (I wrote about this a bit earlier).  Leaving them behind does seem a bit weird to me, though.

I don’t know … it just seems blatantly apparent to me now that I should have just rented a vehicle and driven to Seattle.  Sure, this wouldn’t have solved the “car” issue; however, it would have allowed me to bring everything else.  Oh well, at least this way I get to avoid a rather long solo drive just prior to tackling the “life restart” issues.  I suppose that’s probably good … something tells me that I’ve got some somewhat difficult tasks that I’m going to need to be solving soon…  Haven’t I already completed this portion of my life?

bis später,

Coriolis

Breathing...

So, I’m now basically waiting to “possibly” be hearing more on three job possibilities sometime soon.  “Possibly” is the key word there as I’ve been here before – been a consistent state of my life for well over an entire year to be more precise.

Two of my current possibilities are through a couple recruiters; one of which I was able to obtain an interview with the client directly – had the interview exactly one week ago today.  I have since heard through correspondence with my recruiter that I was actually one of five that was deemed worthy of an interview and was told, during said interview, that the company was in the process of “staffing up.”  I took this, at the time, to mean that they would possibly be hiring more than one engineer which I was actually glad to hear and was hoping to be one of the hires.  (Granted, the job’s actually a one-year contract to start, but I can do one year and deal with what comes afterword when it arrives…)  I heard from my recruiter now that they have “passed” on three of the interviewees, “hired” one and are currently “still deliberating” about me.  It seems they are trying to figure how I would fit in on the current planned projects.  Is that good or bad?  I don’t know.  Hopefully I’ll hear something soon…

The other recruiter-based possibility is for a company that I had been attempting to land a job with through other connections in the past.  It is, however, a job that is directly related to the military defense industry and might even require obtaining some sort of security clearance.  This time, however, the recruiter that I am using is working with a company that specializes in placing professionals in military related industries.  Will this help?  I don’t know … but the recruiter seems to be quite professional and has been sending consistent weekly updates since initially contacting me mid-December of last year.  It does seem like he’s trying…

The third opportunity that I am considering “active” is with this smaller, third-party, design services company – sounds much like a company I used to work for some 20 years ago.  This, actually, is the one I have the most hope for as it seems to be a place that I would be able to quickly get in-step with as far as work goes.  Had an initial phone screening – described to me as a “technical discussion” – with an engineer a couple weeks ago that seemed to go rather well.  Sent an email to the HR representative that I was initially corresponding with about a week ago and was told to “hang tight” along with an apology for not getting back with me earlier.  The “door is not closed” although the process has been paused due to other issues currently being dealt with.  What are these other issues?  Will they remember me when the “other issues” have been dealt with?  Will I even hear anything more from these guys?  I have no idea…

You see, that’s just the way it is these days.  Those are just the three opportunities that I am currently considering “active.”  I’ve got somewhere around 250 other positions that I have applied for at somewhere around 140 other companies throughout this last year and have absolutely no idea where I stand on many of those.  I sometimes receive rejection emails, more rarely have some sort of phone interview that goes nowhere and quite often get phone calls and emails from recruiters (almost always from recruiters of Indian decent) for positions that I have already applied for.  It’s a bit maddening.  As a side note here, those recruiters are always a waste of time … seems to be a new cottage industry created in order to find Indian engineers sponsorship opportunities for H3 or H1b visas.  They’re obviously driven by nothing more than volume.  I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to learn that they actually have quotas that need to be met.

The recruiters that I am working with for the couple active possibilities I wrote of above are, interestingly enough, not of the shotgun-approach, visa-seeking variety.  They are both much more professional recruiters working with what at least appear to be solid, well-established job placement corporations for professionals.  I’m hoping that not being immediately asked to fill out an obviously standardized questionnaire asking what my “hourly rate,” “date-of-birth,” and “current visa status” is might be a good thing.  You see, that’s what you always get from the Indian recruiters.  They’ll even go as far as asking for your social security number on some occasions – for reasons that they never are able to explain.  It’s all bullshit…  I’m hoping that using actual recruiting professionals might have better results.

Of course, if I do land a job soon, all that’s going to do is kick off a process that I’m beginning to wonder whether I’ll be able to successfully accomplish.  I’m going to have to move.  Now don’t get me wrong here, I want to move – oh yes, I most definitely want to get myself an apartment somewhere and finally complete this goddamn move that I started almost a year ago – but I seem to have lost the ambition required to do anything that has even a hint of challenge to it.  When I was younger, I never questioned anything.  For quite a few years I moved almost annually to new locations.  Hell, since graduating college I’ve moved to somewhere around 20 different addresses in five different states and even lived temporarily in yet one more state and another country.  This used to be easy for me.  Now, however, the thought of all the things I would need to do keeps me up at night.  It just seems like it’s almost undoable.

Oh well, if you’ve been reading my blog, you are well aware that I am the only person to blame for what my life has become.  I suppose I’m going to need to “man up” at some time and fix this fucking mess.  I sure hope landing a job will give me some direction – assuming I can ever pull that off.  I suppose all I can do is keep trying.  It’s getting to the point where that’s becoming difficult – this “breathing” thing that I’m continuing to do seems a bit pointless…

bis später,

Coriolis