Showing posts with label Labor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Labor. Show all posts

Thursday, January 18, 2024

When We Let The Marketplace Decide

 

Here's a math puzzle for you.

I'm going to give you two dollar amounts and two categories and you get to guess which dollar amount goes with which category.

Ready?

Good.

First, the $$$:

  • $20.4 million dollars.
  • $123 million dollars.       

Second, the categories:

  • Total amount spent on Republican presidential campaign ads in Iowa during this campaign cycle.
  • All federal spending on workforce development in Iowa in 2023.  This includes Youth programs, Adult programs, Dislocated Worker programs, Wagner-Peyser funding and discretionary grants to the state.
Yeah, you figured it out. The 123 million is the campaign money, and the 20.4 million is everything the federal government allocated for all Iowa workforce development programs.  Six time the amount of money was spent to get 110,000 Iowa Republican meatheads of their asses and over to the Meaningless, Forgone Conclusion Caucus on Monday than Iowa was given to spend on all employment programs statewide by the federal government.   

The advertising spending breaks down like so

  • Pro-Haley ads:  $37M
  • Pro-DeSantis ads:  $35M
  • Pro-Trump ads: $18.3M
  • All others ads:  $33.2M
The federal workforce development dollars granted to Iowa for the entire year of 2023 breaks down like so (FYI, "WIOA" stands for Workforce Investment and Opportunity Act" and "PY" means "Plan Year")

  • WIOA Youth Activities State PY 2023 Allotments -- $5,652,031
  • WIOA Adult Activities State PY 2023 Allotments -- $4,080,702
  • WIOA Dislocated Worker Activities State PY 2023 Allotments -- $4,124,399
  • Administration Emp. Service (Wagner-Peyser) PY 2023 PY 2023 Allotments -- $6,083,922
  • Workforce Information Grants to States PY 2023 -- 440,864

This is obscene.


I Am The Liberal Media




Thursday, November 02, 2023

Professional Left Podcast Episode #754

""Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if Labor had not first existed. Labor is superior to capital, and deserves much the higher consideration."  --  Abraham Lincoln.

 
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Monday, June 13, 2016

A Little Good News



A little bit of light on a dark day:
The Surprising Problem With U.S. Manufacturing: It's Creating Too Many Jobs

An ongoing theme of our reports from “career technical” schools—like this high school in Georgia and this community college in Mississippi and these high schools and tech-training centers in California and South Carolina, and these colleges in Vermont and Maine—is that for people with appropriate training, medium-wage skilled jobs actually exist...

Job openings in manufacturing are at a 15-year high. Layoffs are at a long-term low. Wages are rising faster in manufacturing than in the economy as a whole. The unemployment rate in manufacturing is below the overall average. Please go to the item for the full presentation, but here is one of several representative charts, showing continued recovery after the crash of 2008.
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I will celebrate anything that makes it more possible for Americans to find a decent job at decent wage.

Wednesday, June 03, 2015

The Paper Chase



(h/t @Shoq for the head's up on this article)

I have been told that law school is not like this anymore, but I have number of friends who have gone down to JD Town over the decades, and their experiences have all sounded remarkably similar: despair, fury, self-loathing, collapsing mid-slog at the thought of how long the Sisyphusian horror will continue, some vomiting and crying and, finally, exhausted triumph (this does not include one of my Chicago pals whose ordinary law school travails were further complicated by the fact that our boss was a sadistic, racist asshole and college dropout who actively tried to sabotage my friend's studies over and over again.)

So I am guessing that the author of this article -- "I'm a liberal professor, and my liberal students terrify me" -- is not a professor at a law school, where heartbreak is a required course.

 Probably doesn't teach at business school either.

 Or J-school.

 Or med school.

Or nursing school.

Or any trade school.

Or a military academy.

I'm a professor at a midsize state school. I have been teaching college classes for nine years now. I have won (minor) teaching awards, studied pedagogy extensively, and almost always score highly on my student evaluations. I am not a world-class teacher by any means, but I am conscientious; I attempt to put teaching ahead of research, and I take a healthy emotional stake in the well-being and growth of my students.

Things have changed since I started teaching. The vibe is different. I wish there were a less blunt way to put this, but my students sometimes scare me — particularly the liberal ones.

Not, like, in a person-by-person sense, but students in general. The student-teacher dynamic has been reenvisioned along a line that's simultaneously consumerist and hyper-protective, giving each and every student the ability to claim Grievous Harm in nearly any circumstance, after any affront, and a teacher's formal ability to respond to these claims is limited at best.
I, too, have taught college.  At a Well Known College in Chicago.  I was also on staff at that college, in a position where my tiny team and I had to put the department back together because after years of negligence it had basically gone feral. Whole labs had been commandeered by pirates and their droogs and molls. Packs of wild dogs roamed the halls while the faculty hid in the dung-wattled teacher's lounge getting wasted enough to brave the crossfire and get back to class.

When the Well Known College finally moved to repair this mess, they did so by 1) handing the outgoing chair an enormous pile of money and telling him to stay in his office and play "Empire" until he died and, 2) hiring me and my merry band in at just barely above minimum wage to rebuild civilization.

And we did -- Yay us! -- and in the process we pissed off a lot of droogs and molls and pirates and wild dogs, all of whom made their way down to the Dean of Crazy Students to register a rich and fragrant bouquet of complaints against me and my rectification crew.

When I returned a few years later the teach a few classes at the same college, I was heartened to see that the changes we had made had taken root and become institutional.   Also there was still a Dean of Crazy Students and still young maidens and neckbeards who felt that since mama and papa were shelling out a shit-ton of money to send them to a Well Known College,  we were their employees.  Many, many more times than once we heard a variant of "I pay your salary!" from some disgruntled child who felt that their mediocre "C" work should really be an "A" or that being docked a grade for multiple absences was Cruel and Unusual punishment, even though that rule was in the syllabus, on the board and mentioned by me ad nauseum.

And now, a bit of deeper background.

I took classes off and on at various places as it suited me for years until it was made clear that I Had No Future without a degree, so I was on campus back when Andrea Dworkin was riding high and all men were monsters and all marriage was rape...and I was around when the Men's Movement was a thing.  I remember Piss Christ, was right down the street when "What is the Proper Way to Display a Flag?" was giving people the sweats, and I vividly recall the day a gang of Chicago aldermen marched into the School of the Art Institute and snatched down the painting depicting the late mayor Harold Washington in bra and panties.

So as a weary and threadbare traveler who has been observer, student, staff member and instructor at schools which were always being wracked one way or another with the fury and cultural apocalypses of the day (which, in turn, often end up being the only-vaguely-remembered college reunion memories of tomorrow), all I can say it that when I read "Edward Schlosser"s take on the modern academy --
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In 2009, the subject of my student's complaint was my supposed ideology. I was communistical, the student felt, and everyone knows that communisticism is wrong. That was, at best, a debatable assertion. And as I was allowed to rebut it, the complaint was dismissed with prejudice. I didn't hesitate to reuse that same video in later semesters, and the student's complaint had no impact on my performance evaluations.

In 2015, such a complaint would not be delivered in such a fashion. Instead of focusing on the rightness or wrongness (or even acceptability) of the materials we reviewed in class, the complaint would center solely on how my teaching affected the student's emotional state. As I cannot speak to the emotions of my students, I could not mount a defense about the acceptability of my instruction. And if I responded in any way other than apologizing and changing the materials we reviewed in class, professional consequences would likely follow.

I wrote about this fear on my blog, and while the response was mostly positive, some liberals called me paranoid, or expressed doubt about why any teacher would nix the particular texts I listed. I guarantee you that these people do not work in higher education, or if they do they are at least two decades removed from the job search.
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-- I do not see the failure of Liberalism or social justice or whatever:
I agree with some of these analyses more than others, but they all tend to be too simplistic. The current student-teacher dynamic has been shaped by a large confluence of factors, and perhaps the most important of these is the manner in which cultural studies and social justice writers have comported themselves in popular media. I have a great deal of respect for both of these fields, but their manifestations online, their desire to democratize complex fields of study by making them as digestible as a TGIF sitcom, has led to adoption of a totalizing, simplistic, unworkable, and ultimately stifling conception of social justice.
Instead I see Reaganomics and the deeply Libertarian impulse to let an utterly unregulated capitalist fighting pit settle every issue operating at peak efficiency.

By transforming the previously-extrinsic factor of a college degree into the minimum entry requirement for even the lowliest job, American capitalism has handed the American college and university system a license to print money.  This has made the demand for college degrees perpetually inelastic:  since your kids have to have it, they can charge whatever they like.

Second, not only has American capitalism guaranteed colleges and universities an inexhaustible source of wealthy, but governance and rewards structures within those temples of higher learning are handled in the way which capitalism loves best

Feudalism!

To the ippy tippy top -- the administration, departments chairs and the tenured -- go the lion's share of the wealth and job security, while the heavy lifting is done by a"contingent" workforce of academic beanfield-hands, kept in a perpetual state of economic insecurity:
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The academic job market is brutal. Teachers who are not tenured or tenure-track faculty members have no right to due process before being dismissed, and there's a mile-long line of applicants eager to take their place. And as writer and academic Freddie DeBoer writes, they don't even have to be formally fired — they can just not get rehired. In this type of environment, boat-rocking isn't just dangerous, it's suicidal, and so teachers limit their lessons to things they know won't upset anybody.
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What the author is describing is not some exotic peonage arrangement peculiar to UC Sunnydale. What the author is describing is the everyday reality of labor for virtually every working class American scrapping for a living in our brave, new right-to-work/employment-at-will economy (from me, last year):
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Thank's to the Conservative Long War on Labor, today almost every worker in almost every job in almost every state is an "at-will" employee who may be canned by the boss for almost any reason, or no reason at all:
[A]n employer may terminate its employees at will, for any or no reason ... the employer may act peremptorily, arbitrarily, or inconsistently, without providing specific protections such as prior warning, fair procedures, objective evaluation, or preferential reassignment ... The mere existence of an employment relationship affords no expectation, protectable by law, that employment will continue, or will end only on certain conditions, unless the parties have actually adopted such terms.[6]
Yes, there are exceptions such as race, religion, sex, handicap status and so forth, but the burden of affirmatively proving that you were fired because you're a member of one of those protected categories falls to the fired employee, and short of discovering a cache of documents in which your boss explicitly outlines his plans to terminate you because you're a woman or gay or over 40, you're usually shit outta luck. 
Welcome to Capitalism 101!

I have seen people sacked for being too unattractive for the new boss's tastes.  For having too must melanin.  For being dangerously competent.  For being too honest.  Too old. Because the boss's drinking buddy or mistress doesn't like you.  For having the wrong last name.  For having the bad luck of not knowing an alderman who owes you a favor. Because the boss needed to make a soft place for one of his pals to land when he got laid off from some other division.

Because in a free and unregulated labor market, firing you because, well, fuck you, that's why, is the boss's very own modern-day droit du seigneur.
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Once a degree became the only remaining Letter of Transit available to get your kid into the middle class, it became a commodity...another product in the marketplace.

And in the marketplace, the customer is always right.  

And the more the fortunes of the people at the top depends on catering to the whims of the customer, the more monstrous unreasonable the customer gets to be:



When colleges made the checkbooks of the parents of temperamental children their primary focus, they went out of the eternal verity business.

Which is a real shame.

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Skills, Ctd.


This seemed like a fitting and succinct follow up to this much longer post about a) why David Brooks is an ass and, b) why the capacity to assemble words in just the right order is the most critical and least recognized and rewarded workplace skill.

(h/t Blue Gal for the pic)

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Skills


David Brooks' has a shiny, new future waiting just for you!

Well, not you exactly.  You can hop the nearest ice floe and disappear into oblivion as far as Mr. Brooks is concerned.  But he does have a bright future prepped and open for business for his affluent neighbor's kids, some of his students at Yale and a few of his fellow passengers on the Acela Corridor express.

So yay!

But what (you ask) are these mad skills that are the entree to Mr. Brooks' Brave New World of Tomorrow?

And how does one get them?

And can I haz some?

The answer to your last two questions are "Magic Eight Ball says 'It's...fuzzy'' and "No", so let us concern ourselves with your first question.

But first, let me tell you a completely true story which will pay off at the end of this post...

Once upon a time, many years ago, back when I hadda full time job with a nice salary, decent benefits, an important-sounding title and a lunatic/sadist manager, I was called upon to put together a presentation for a forum we would be conducting with representatives of a friendly, foreign government.

I was on a team of three, and we each did their own little show.  Mine was so comprehensively better than anyone else's that, as we took our show on the road (all the way to D.C. and back), the other two acts in our road show fell away, and mine became "the" presentation.  Also, it stopped being "my" presentation, and became "our" presentation.

Also, because it wowed 'em, my boss benched me and he started doing the entire act, start to finish.

Then, one day, they needed to lay off staff so that more politically connected people in other departments would have a soft place to land.  Which is how -- during the week of Barack Obama's first inaugural and in the depths of the Great Recession -- I was kicked to the curb.  (Since that time I have done equally excellent work in a variety of part-time/no-benefits jobs at a considerably reduced salary, and have been laid off from each of those jobs in turn -- five times in six-and-a-half years now.)

Funny thing, though.  A couple of years back a friend of mine who works pretty high up in Chicago city government emailed me a briefing my once-upon-a-time boss had made to some Very Important People.  And lo and behold, what do I find but my little presentation, which had moved up in the world; had gotten a promotion and job security and gone merrily on without me.  Of course by then any embarrassing reference to my existence had long since been sandblasted away right down to the "Created By" tag in the file information folder, but otherwise it was virtually unchanged since the day I had brought it into the world.

So, end of that story for now, and back we go to the subject of the skills which Mr. Brooks describes in the second half of his column (the first half is about teachers and Big Data and "microgestures" and such): skills which, unsurprisingly, are either: those skills which will be of greatest value in the coming American feudal state, fulfilling the desires of a small, ruling clique who are expertly serviced by anticipatory and technologically proficient valets...or are the skills about which that small, ruling clique ruminate dreamily at cocktail parties, Aspen Institute weekends and Davos.
For example, in today’s loosely networked world, people with social courage have amazing value. Everyone goes to conferences and meets people, but some people invite six people to lunch afterward and follow up with four carefully tended friendships forevermore. Then they spend their lives connecting people across networks.
I would be willing to wager my next month's salary against Mr. Brooks' salary that not "everyone" goes to conferences.  And of the small minority that do, a very high percentage are now being sent to "webinars" because they are cheap and you employer can have you at your desk working on the Markelsen report at the same time you are wolfing down some lunch at the same time you are learning about the paradigm-shifting power of whatever.

But please continue, David.
Similarly, people who can capture amorphous trends with a clarifying label also have enormous worth. Karl Popper observed that there are clock problems and cloud problems. Clock problems can be divided into parts, but cloud problems are indivisible emergent systems. A culture problem is a cloud, so is a personality, an era and a social environment.

Since it is easier to think deductively, most people try to turn cloud problems into clock problems, but a few people are able to look at a complex situation, grasp the gist and clarify it by naming what is going on.
I have watched my Liberal brethren and sisteren synthesize complex political and cultural problems and "name what is going on" for decades now, and so far the big payoff for has been that we are either willfully ignored by people like David Brooks or told to fuck off by people like David Brooks.  
So color me doubtful.

On the other hand, I am sure that this is much talked about as a desirable skill at the parties Mr. Brooks attends.  And I will keep it in mind the next time I am plunged into a power struggle over, say, the fate and future of NBC, where the millionaire titans of the digital communications industry are running through the corridors with their hair on fire screaming thought-leader gibberish while throwing every insane idea at the wall to see if anything sticks because money:
By last summer, [then-newly-minted NBC President Deborah] Turness finally came around to what others had been saying for a year: Gregory had to go. She secretly began searching for a replacement. Todd was the obvious heir, but Turness and Fili-Krushel also considered blowing up the show. At one point, they sat down with Jon Stewart to gauge his interest. “They were exploring it in the way of, ‘Maybe it’s time to do something ridiculous,’ ” Stewart told New York last year. Stewart passed, and in late July, they settled on Todd.
But so far NBC has ignored my clear and specific directives, and out here where 90% of the rest of Murrica lives and works, it is extremely unlikely that your boss (Out here in Real America we have things called "bosses", David.)  wants you to think outside the box because it is very likely your boss drew the damn box.  In fact, your boss lives in the box, along with his wife and his kids and his house and his mistress and his other house and his boat and so on.  

What your boss really wants is to be seen as innovative without actually moving the contents of the box around in any significant way.  He wants...adjectives.  He wants just enough new paint on the old box so when he struts his stuff at the next Chamber meeting, his peers will whisper, "That Joe sure is one paradigm-shifting motherfucker isn't he?"

But propose something actually and disruptively new?  Tell her something uncomfortable and true that might put a real dent in the box?

Hello unemployment!

Moving on, Mr. Brooks suggests:
Making nonhuman things intuitive to humans. This is what Steve Jobs did.
I know how attractive it must be for the newly divorced and "desperate to get remarried" David Brooks to push for quicker advancements in the field of lifelike and pliant sex robots.  But for you, the average American human middle class worker, betting your family's future on learning to anthropomorphize technology seems nuts.

Mr. Brooks continues:
Purpose provision. Many people go through life overwhelmed by options, afraid of closing off opportunities. But a few have fully cultivated moral passions and can help others choose the one thing they should dedicate themselves to.
Because if he didn't shove the word "moral" into it, how would generations unborn know David Brooks wrote it?  Also, this sounds a lot like the kind of weirdly diffracting sentence one would construct if one had spent many years as a moral scold and "disordered family" finger-wagger and suddenly had to explain to a paying audience why he was divorced.  

But hey, that's just me.  

Speculatin'.

Opposability. F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote, “The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.” For some reason I am continually running across people who believe this is the ability their employees and bosses need right now.
For the moral coward who made money writing long, screechy paeans to orderly families, old fashioned values, the military and economic genius of George W. Bush and the stupidity and depravity of Iraq War opponents...and went on to make even more money preaching the gospel of Both Siderism...and then made even more money writing thundering sermons on the need for Judgment, Accountability and Atonement...and then reacted to simple questions about his long, screechy paeans to orderly families, old fashioned values, the military and economic genius of George W. Bush and the stupidity and depravity of Iraq War opponents by denying he'd ever said such things...well, color me shocked that Mr. Brooks would try to use Fitzgerald's quote to make being a weasel into a virtue.

But as a skill?  Go ahead and try to earn a living out in the real world telling your boss that maybe she should do one thing...or maybe she should do the exact opposite.  Because opposability!

See you at the next job fair, moocher!

It turns out, the punchline which punctures these dreamy dreams is to be found, of all places, in the Wall Street Journal.  In an article from late last year in which we find some blunt and practical wisdom about skills for the 90% of American humans who will never make it past the gun turrets and human resources department and into Mr. Brooks' Brave New World of Tomorrow.  It seems the #1 problem with the real skills gap which real American human trying to make a living really face has nothing to do with opposability or creating lifelike sex robots who will coo over your every New York Times jot and tittle (Ohhh Mr. Brooks.  Your 251st column about Both Sides being wrong makes me soooo horny!) 

Instead, it turns out, a lot of employers are cheap bastards who -- surprise! -- just don't want to pay for what they need
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But the fault rest with employers, not workers, says a new working paper from Peter Cappelli, the director of the Center for Human Resources at the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School.
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Mr. Cappelli says a better explanation of the inability to fill certain jobs rests with employers themselves. The “obvious solution” to “virtually all the skill problems reported by employers is to increase training and produce the skilled workers they want themselves.”

Much of the evidence in support of a skills gap could be explained by employers who are no longer willing to train their employees or raise salaries, and instead want to be able to hire people with exactly the right skills–and on the cheap. Mr. Cappelli points to data showing apprenticeship programs are being abandoned. The number of apprentice programs registered with the Department of Labor declined to 21,000 in 2012 from 33,000 in 2002, and the number of apprentices has plunged from 280,000 from 500,000 a decade ago. If employers really faced a damaging shortage of workers, this would be an odd time to abandon programs to train employees.

Rather than facing an insurmountable skills gap, some employers may have a different agenda, he concludes: ”No doubt some component of the complaints is simply an effort to secure policy changes that lower labor costs.”
So there's that.

And also this -- the conclusion to the totally true story I started way up above.

The one skill that has been of use to me on every job I have ever had was storytelling.  

For real.  

From crafting RFPs to applying for grants to writing speeches and press releases and scripts to preparing briefing books and white papers, no skill in the workplace is both as critical and staggeringly undervalued as the ability to construct a clear and compelling narrative, targeted to a specific audience to accomplish a specific purpose.

Conquering the terrifying blank page with words in a row.  

Using those words to build a complete and engaging story in whatever time and within whatever parameters I am given.  

And doing it well, over and over again.  

This has never been the job I was hired to do, (Go look up 'Writer' in the Help Wanted.  Be prepared to laugh.) but it has always ended up as a huge "other duties as assigned" part of every job I have ever landed.  Because every organization needs this done, and damn few are capable of doing it at all, and fewer still can take policy-wonkese or clinician-speak and turn it into a story that can hold the audience's attention and move them in your direction.

Unfortunately, no matter how critical it really is to the health and success of the organization, no executive staff or HR department in modern, post-literate America has ever categorized griot as a vital skill, so be advised that being a capable and gifted writer will not save you when the terminator comes to kick you to the curb.

That is, unless you specialize in one, very specific of genre writing.  

The kind of writing that David Brooks has built a career honing to a razor's edge. 

The gentle art of telling the rich and powerful exactly what they want to hear. 

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Outside the Alexandria Safe Zone*


For the last several months my wife and I had begun to dare to hope that our tiny foothold back into the world of relative economic security would last.

Sadly it has not.  

Effective immediately I am unemployed again  Lost one of my two, low-wage "paper route" jobs -- this one is going to hurt because this was the one with an income that actually amounted to anything and provide my family with health insurance.  

So once again we are cast out.

For those keeping score at home, this is the fifth time I've been laid off from a job in the last six and a half years.

I must confess it's taking a toll.  

As we speak, Blue Gal is once again saddled up and doing battle with formidably inept staff of the Illinois health care exchange.  So far this morning she has had to repeatedly go over line-staff's heads and verbally correct their records, which they pretty thoroughly fucked up the last time we were in this place, and which they never bothered to correct because, uh, reasons.  Also Governor Hedgefund has already made it very clear that he think the poors of this state have had it far too good for far too long which is why he and his staff are working tirelessly to monkey-wrench or eradicate virtually every program for the poor, the elderly, the disabled, children and the unemployed.

Thank goodness BG is a meticulous record-keeper and has more patience on her worst day than I have on my best.

Over the years, I have gotten very philosophical about being fired.  Very good at it.  I always begin a job with enthusiasm. I always give it all that I have, cheerfully, and when I have a little down time, I check out what my colleagues are up to and usually end up helping them out as well.

But when it comes to keeping a job, in the end I know none of that will weigh in my favor in the slightest, so I have become an acute observer of the small details with which each termination is carried out, noting their similarities and differences.  A superannuated writerly habit, which would be useful if I lived in a universe where it is possible for me to make a living with my pen.

But I don't live in that universe.  

And after ten years behind this keyboard (ten years this month, actually), while many readers have been incredibly kind and supportive and generous, the one thing of which I am absolutely certain is that I will never make anything close to a "living" by doing this thing I love and and that I do exceptionally well.  However, after five layoffs in just over six years, it is equally obvious that I cannot make a living doing many of the other things that I do exceptionally well, which leaves me with...what?

Old writer's habits, mostly.  And so, as the terminators once again call me in and close the door and go through the motions, I already know many things.

I know that by the the time HR shows up, nothing is negotiable. I know that I am dealing with an errand boy sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill.  That is all.   


Every decision about the terms of my termination have already been made, far away and without me. On three occasions, the terminator has been close to tears, reassuring me that my work has been exemplary (it always is)  that if there were any way they could keep me they would.

I know that it is pointless to ask why certain paste-eaters, apple polishers and various other forms of human ballast are keeping their jobs while I am being let go.  No one sitting in that room is going to answer that question.  

I know that the terminator is doing a distasteful job.  That I'm probably the fourth of fifth on their list and that firing someone is shitty work,  But I also know that next month, and next year, the person sitting across from me will have a job, and insurance, and a roughly predictable future and I will not. So I'm polite, because what's the use of arguing with some gofer from the Shawnee Land and Cattle Company?



I know that my colleagues are going to be well and truly freaked out by my firing, because if it can happen to me, then the plague is inside the perimeter and no one is safe.  Well, no one but certain paste-eaters, apple polishers and various other forms of human ballast who will have a job, and insurance, and a roughly predictable future until the end of days.

And because not many years ago I worked every day steeped in the facts and figures of labor markets and economic development, I also know what my odds are of ever coming back from this.  I know that that just two or three layoffs in six years on a resume is nearly always a career death sentence, especially if you're over, say, 45.  Which I am.  

I know that at some point, it stops mattering how brilliant or capable you are, or how hard you try, or how many doors you knock on, or how much you could contribute.  Your time is over and if you are not part of a Club, you are on your own and out in the cold from now on.

So imagine my delight when I cracked open my digital New York Times to find the Most Unaccountable Paste Eater in American Journalism making his daily bread by once again decrying the Lack of Accountability, among the Poors:
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The health of society is primarily determined by the habits and virtues of its citizens. In many parts of America there are no minimally agreed upon standards for what it means to be a father. There are no basic codes and rules woven into daily life, which people can absorb unconsciously and follow automatically.
Reintroducing norms will require, first, a moral vocabulary...
Imagine my untrammeled joy at reading the undisputed motherfucking king of Pathological Both Siderism earning that sweet, sweet New York Times dollar by lecturing everyone in Murrica on the horrors of not being judgmental:  
These norms weren’t destroyed because of people with bad values. They were destroyed by a plague of nonjudgmentalism, which refused to assert that one way of behaving was better than another. People got out of the habit of setting standards or understanding how they were set.
Imagine the heights of rapture to which I ascended when I read David Brooks -- who has never taken ownership or responsibility for a single syllable of the pro-war, hippie-punching, revisionist schlock he peddles to pay the rent -- demanding that "people" be held responsible for, uh, "stuff".
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Next it will require holding people responsible. People born into the most chaotic situations can still be asked the same questions: Are you living for short-term pleasure or long-term good? Are you living for yourself or for your children? Do you have the freedom of self-control or are you in bondage to your desires?

Next it will require holding everybody responsible. America is obviously not a country in which the less educated are behaving irresponsibly and the more educated are beacons of virtue. America is a country in which privileged people suffer from their own characteristic forms of self-indulgence: the tendency to self-segregate, the comprehensive failures of leadership in government and industry. Social norms need repair up and down the scale, universally, together and all at once
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One of the few upsides to ten years of futilely documenting the fictions and frauds of David Brooks in epic detail,  is that when Mr. Brooks writes -- 
People sometimes wonder why I’ve taken this column in a spiritual and moral direction of late.
-- I don't have to wonder.  Not for a minute.

Because I know that every time he has tried to sell his brand of toxic waste using facts or math or history, Mr. Brooks has gotten his ass sawed off and handed back to him on the good china.  So, in the back nine of his immensely profitable career, Mr. Brooks has taken refuge in the con man's oldest and most reliable redoubt.

The pulpit.

But of course, my opinions are just those of a recently unemployed, middle-aged liberal who has never had so much as a letter printed in the New York Times.  A tired, recently unemployed, middle-aged liberal. Very tired. with some serious thinking to do about what to do next, so you might not hear from me for a few days.

So let me leave you with a sampling from all the prominent people on Twitter who, if they knew I existed, would think I am out of my mind:







*The Alexandria Safe Zone from The Walking Dead:
The Alexandria Safe-Zone, or just Alexandria, is a few blocks of cleared streets in Alexandria, Virginia, about six miles from Washington, D.C. When Rick Grimes' survivor group arrived, Douglas Monroe stated that the community had existed for less than a year. To date, this is the longest lasting location the survivors have lived in, with a lifespan of almost three years.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Conor Friedersdorf: King of the Open Letter to Nobody

DGLETTER2
Back in early 1990s, when I was still an un-defrocked technology guy, the corporation I worked for was aggressively courted by an East Coast technology company.  Among the many earthly delights they showed us during the pitching of the woo, was, at the time, a genuinely startling revelation about what kind of personal information was available on public and subscription databases, and how detailed and personal a profile of almost anyone could be built up by cross-referencing the right files (I remember our president was visibly discomfitted at the sight of how much detail on her personal life could be deduced from the available data pool and, upon reflection, I am not entirely sure that what we witnessed wasn't both of a dazzling display of cutting edge technology and a genteel threat leveled at our carefully-closeted boss because who knows what else we know about you?)

Since then, the situation has gotten ever so much worse at an exponential rate by search algorithms which have reached near-sentient sophistication and hundreds of millions of social media users' who have been suckered into (and have pressured their peers into) backing their personal lives up to the digital trough and dumping terabytes of shockingly personal stuff into the web.

So you can imagine what a hearty and refreshing laugh at Young Conor Friedersdorf's call for a New Birth of Internet Freedom, in which corporations neither bow to outside pressure nor use the tools with which the times have provided them to pry into your private life and use that knowledge to your detriment:
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Meanwhile, I propose a new social norm. My strong suspicion is that we'd all be better off if Americans developed a broad aversion to people being fired for public missteps that have nothing to do with their jobs. That norm would do more good than bad even if you think some people deserve to be fired. Sure, I'd advise against taking flip photographs at a military cemetery. But whatever one thinks of that error in judgment, there's no reason it should cause a woman to lose her job helping developmentally disabled adults.

An insensitive Halloween costume may justify a dirty look or scolding or even shaming. It should not deprive someone of their livelihood! It's strange when you think about it, this notion of getting sacked as a general purpose punishment that an angry faction of the public demands of an at-first-reluctant employer. The target, the mob demands, should have to find a new job, or go on welfare, or move back in with their mom, or perhaps starve. It's not even clear what's meant to happen. Let's rethink this.

People should usually feel ashamed of themselves for thinking, "I should get that stranger fired." Companies should be left alone when one of their employees does something offensive while "off-duty." Since some Internet trolls will break that rule, here's another: Companies should expect to get more criticism for caving to the demands of trolls than for letting a briefly unpopular employee keep performing his or her duties, even amid an episode of obsessive public shaming. After all, these things always blow over, the attention span of the Internet being short, while losing one's job is, for many, a setback with consequences that last years. And have any of these firings achieved any social good? I defy anyone to produce hard evidence to that effect.

Here's what corporations should say in the future: "Sorry, we have a general policy against firing people based on social media campaigns. We're against digital mobs."

But note the one exception built into what I propose. Sometimes people do stupid things in the public eye that relate directly to their jobs. If, say, a DEA agent writes a Facebook post bragging about how many innocent black people he's going to lock up for drug trafficking next month, then it's obviously legitimate to demand his immediate termination. But generally speaking, Americans ought to be averse to the notion of companies policing the speech and thoughts of employees when they're not on the job. Instead, many are zealously demanding that companies police their workers more, as if failing to fire someone condones their bad behavior outside work. Few general standards work out best in every last circumstance. But the one I suggest would be better than what we've got.
I feel for anyone who has been whacked because of a digital mob which, like the wind, "...blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes", but comtemporize, man!


In a very real sense, Young Conor, this is the world conservatism made. A world in which corporations have been encouraged to systematically erase any concept of "off the clock".  Where you are always on screaming, white-hot deadline.  Where assigning you to do more in a week than you can possibly get done in a month is the new normal.  A world of "What do you mean you haven't had time to finish the Gundersen presentation yet? You sure seem to have plenty of time to stay up until all hours arguing tax policy online! "

A world where peeing into a cup, polygraphs, credit checks, criminal background checks and a deep dive into your online life have become SOP in HR.

Where "at will" employment laws have been created specifically so employers can sack your ass for any reason or no reason at all.*

And since our dominant corporate culture has all but abolished the boundaries between home and work, this is now a world where anything you say or do anywhere at any time can be sufficient grounds for termination or never getting the job in the first place.

This is the world that emboldened corporations and gelded labor protection have created, so stop sending letters to imaginary people who will never listen to a word you say* and enjoy the fruits of conservatism's labor.

*  Fixed!

Friday, August 29, 2014

Because Every Day Is Anti-Labor Day



If you were looking for a refreshing holiday beverage that combines all the worst impulses of the Koch Brothers' fanatical neo-feudalism with all the hysterical Libruls!Are!Comin!!To!Kill!You! paranoia of the Koch Brothers, you couldn't do much better than this whiny manifesto on the horrors workers who stand up for their rights from Mark Mix, president of the Corporate Droit du Seigneur Legal Defense Foundation National Right to Work Legal Defense Foundation.
It’s Labor Day, not Union Day

Most Americans realize Labor Day is about celebrating workers and their contribution to our free society, but that won’t stop union bosses from stealing the spotlight to push their own agenda...
Yes, unions want to fuck up poor Mr. Mix's Labor Day by dragging labor into it!

Doesn't waste much time getting right to the Airing of The Grievances, does he?

But not to worry; America's bright oligarchic future has not been completely destroyed by Union Thugs.  There are still things to celebrate.

Like, say, a certain "twice-elected goggle-eyed homunculus hired by Koch Industries to manage their midwest subsidiary formerly known as the state of Wisconsin" successfully implementing his paymaster's genius "Ha Ha!  Your fired for no damn reason or maybe I just don't like your uppity backsass." plan:
In Wisconsin, the state supreme court upheld in entirety Gov. Scott Walker’s public-sector unionism reforms, commonly known as “Act 10,” which grants Right to Work protections to most Wisconsin government employees.
(Wisconsin...
State motto, 1848-2014:  "Forward!".
State motto, 2015-????:  "Go ahead and yell.  Ain't nobody can hear ya.")
Mr. Mix also has plenty to say about how run amok with power the peasants have gotten and how they are Very Rudely attempting to crash the corrupt political monopoly Mr. Mix's employers are buying for themselves --
For union officials, political activism takes precedence over protecting worker rights.

And why not? Big Labor’s $1.7 billion forced-dues funded political machine enables Big Labor to wield an immense amount of clout in Washington, D.C., and state capitals.
Which should come as no great surprise when you come to find the kind of company Mr. Mix keeps (from the Center For Media and Democracy):
National Right to Work's Deep Connections to the Koch Brothers and the John Birch Society


The NRTWC has deep connections within the national right-wing network led by the Koch brothers. Reed Larson, who led the NRTW groups for over three decades, hails from Wichita, Kansas, the hometown of Charles and David Koch. Larson became an early leader of the radical right-wing John Birch Society in Kansas, which Fred Koch (the father of Charles and David) helped found. Several other founders and early leaders of the NRTWC were members and leaders of the John Birch Society, specifically the Wichita chapter of which Fred Koch was an active member.


The groups remain tied to the Kochs. In 2012, the Kochs' Freedom Partners group funneled $1 million to the National Right to Work Committee, while the Charles G. Koch Charitable Foundation gave a $15,000 grant to the NRTWLDF, which has also received significant funding from the Koch-connected DonorsTrust and Donors Capital Fund. Today, at least three former Koch associates work as attorneys for the NRTWLDF.

In June 2010, Mark Mix, the current head of the NRTW groups, attended the Kochs' exclusive Aspen strategy meeting to give a presentation on how to mobilize conservatives for the 2010 election, along with representatives from Koch-backed groups such as the Center to Protect Patient Rights (now called American Encore) and Americans for Prosperity.
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What people like Mr. Mix have going for them is a tiny cabal of single-minded patrons willing to spend a mountain of money to remake the world in their image.

And so far, it's working.


3...2...1...

Arise Ye Prisoners of Regulations
Arise ye Wealthy of the Earth
For Justice has been Bought by Corporations
So come and get your money's worth!

Monday, April 07, 2014

First They Came For The Internet CEOs -- UPDATE



In which Andrew Sullivan continues to fizz up his Pot-'n-Pope-'n-Stuff blog by equating Brendan Eich losing his job to...The Inquisition.

 

Think I'm kidding?
But none of this is ever enough for Inquisitions – and it wasn’t enough in this case. His mind and conscience were the problem. He had to change them or leave. 
-- Andrew Sullivan, 04/06/14
Well, if people losing their jobs for reason that are perfectly legal but do not meet Mr. Sullivan's moral approval is the same as being tortured and executed by the Catholic Church for heresy, then this is the unsanctified ground in which millions of them are buried:



I ought to know -- in my time I have not only helped many of the unfortunate souls who have been chopped up and cast out by America's free and unregulated labor market, but have also been buried alive in unemployment's grave of at the hands of some petty Torquemadas on several occasions.

The last time I faced that particular Inquisition was in 2009, and I'm still interred in the tomb into which they shoveled me.  It's an economic potter's field I share with lots of nice people.  Like Tara Dublin.

Working for the Forever Weekend

In March, of the 192,000 jobs created, 30,000 were in food services. Restaurants and bars have added 323,000 workers over the past year, but Dublin is earning a fraction of what she used to make.
"The first time I came home and saw a foreclosure notice taped to my front door and my sons saw it, that was a really bad day," Dublin says.
This is nothing to do with "hard work"; this is to do with a massive public policy failure. Our Rulers have rejected an America of opportunity, preferring instead an America of Scroogery...
Over at Slate, Jamelle Bouie visits the same material I covered a few days ago:
Role Reversal

If conservatives are upset about Mozilla CEO Brendan Eich’s resignation, why aren’t they concerned with protecting ordinary Americans? 
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But let’s grant that Sullivan and the National Review are right. That Eich’s forced resignation is an attack on speech, and that this is an ugly bout of bullying against someone who hasn’t expressed his views in the context of his job. If that’s true, then Eich is just the highest profile victim of a status quo that threatens countless workers.

Title VII of the Civil Rights Act might protect workers from discrimination on the basis of their race, color, religion, sex, age, or national origin, but almost everything else is fair game for private employers who want to get rid of workers. Not only can you be fired for your political views—for sporting the wrong bumper sticker on your car, for instance—or for being “sexually irresistible” to your boss, but in most states (29, to be precise), you can be fired for your sexual orientation or gender identification, no questions asked.

Overall, the large majority of Americans have at-will employment, which means that—outside of protected classes such as race or religion—they can be fired for any reason at all. For someone like Eich, this isn’t a huge deal: He will survive his brush with joblessness. The same can’t be said for millions of low-income workers who face termination lest they give their bosses their complete obedience.

For a taste of what this looks like, and if you’ve never worked a retail job, you should read former Politico reporter Joseph Williams on his time in a sporting goods store. For a pittance of a paycheck, he consented to constant searches, unpaid labor, and borderline wage theft. It’s a precarious existence, made worse by the fact that saying the wrong thing at the wrong time—either on the job or off it—could result in you losing your job, with no recourse.
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As a final note, Mr. Sullivan would like you to know that he feels just awful for everyone who gets screwed over by a bad boss, it's just that he's never been moved to sling around words like "heretic" and "Inquisition" on behalf of shoe clerks and secretaries because, as Jesus said, "Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the most privileged of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me."
It’s awful that individuals are fired for being gay with no legal recourse all over the country. But if we rightly feel this way about gays in the workplace, why do we not feel the same about our opponents? And on what grounds can we celebrate the resignation of someone for his off-workplace political beliefs? Payback? Revenge? Some liberal principles, in my view, are worth defending whether they are assailed by left or right.
Someone please tell Andrew that in our free and unregulated world of mandatory unpaid overtime, at-will employment, daily workplace stop-and-frisk, HR departments sifting the internet for anything incriminating, random drug testing, lie detectors, and "other duties as assigned", for millions of working stiff out there, there is no "off-workplace".  You are effectively on the job all the time, and if you don't like it, there are seven other hungry, desperate applicants lined up and ready to take your place.

Yowza!  Yowza!  Yowza!



UPDATE:

For those unfamiliar with his work, Young Conor Friedersdorf was Mr. Sullivan's former protege and current keeper-of-the-sorta-Libertarian-flame at The Atlantic.  We have spoken of him here before.  Last week, Young Conor penned a long post about the horrors of the chilling effect which may be unleashed from "[judging a] CEO...not just by his or her conduct in the professional realm, but also by political causes he or she supports as a private citizen".

Young Conor worries that:
...whatever you think of gay marriage, the general practice of punishing people in business for bygone political donations is most likely to entrench powerful interests and weaken the ability of the powerless to challenge the status quo.
and that:
If that attitude spreads, it will damage our society.
I think it demonstrates a great generosity of spirit that The Atlantic allows a 12-year-old who appears to have never held a real job in the real world to freely opine about his worries that if this CEO injustice is allowed to stand, someday it might lead to the spread of the pernicious idea that someone can be sacked for something that has shit all to do with their job!

Which could, in turn, cause entrenched power to grow even Moar Powerful!

Golly!

Well should that dark day ever dawn, maybe someone will start a support group for those poor souls:

Thursday, March 27, 2014

If You're Unemployed/Underemployed and Over 45

Charlie Brown football pwnThis is your life from now on.
Jobless father of 4: Awaiting lifeline from Congress
By Jennifer Liberto @CNNMoney March 24, 2014: 7:14 AM ET

Renardo Gomez is living on borrowed everything.

He owes several family members payments of $50 to $100. The borrowed money, along with food stamps, has helped feed his four kids. His unpaid cable bill has mounted to $400, his electricity bill $600. His landlord has let him postpone rent. But next month, he owes double the rent: $700.

Gomez is among 2 million unemployed workers hoping Congress moves forward this week to renew federal jobless benefits for up to five months. Two weeks ago, a bipartisan group of Senators reached a deal, which is expected to pass the Senate this week. Five Republicans signed on to the $9 billion measure. However, its fate looks grim in the House.

"I'm worried. ... What if I get evicted? What's going to happen?" said Gomez, 51, who worked as a facilities specialist for the Federal Emergency Management Agency in New York City until his contract ended last April. Gomez has been looking for jobs since. The deal would throw a financial lifeline to people in the same situation like Gomez who have been scrambling to get by since federal jobless benefits lapsed the week of December 28. When the recession-era program expired, it took away a safety net for 1.3 million long-term unemployed Americans who have been unable to find new work.
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The cavalry is not coming.  

You are on your own.  

And every time a resume goes out and is never answered -- not even with a perfunctory email or a form letter -- hopes dies a little because you are reminded once more that you have ceased to exist. 

A thousand resumes.  A thousand little cuts, each one deeper and closer to an artery than the last.

Then hope dies a little more because in the job search game you are not allowed to feel despair.  You Must Remain Chipper And Upbeat At All Times because no matter how qualified you are, no matter how flawless your credentials, if anyone ever sees you frown or smells the blood seeping through your Good Interview Suit or in any way senses you are anything less that 100% Chipper And Upbeat, no one will ever hire you and it'll be your own damn fault.

The cavalry is not coming.

Because your name is not Citibank or JP Morgan.


Saturday, March 22, 2014

Burial Rites of the Unemployed Tribesmen of North America


It is a strange thing to be studied, ethnographically catalogued and academically theorized upon like a member of a dying tribe of exotic nomads slouching towards a sad but somehow inevitable extinction.

Probably good for my soul.

I have considered writing a lot more about the experiences of the long-term unemployed and underemployed, labor markets and suchlike stuff (about which I know quite a bit) but as I am not at at D.C. think tank, or a major DC/New York publication, outside of my role as part of a doomed demographic, I do not actually exist.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Are There No Workhouses?


The New York Times tells a sadly familiar story
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It has been a painful slide. A five-year spell of unemployment has slowly scrubbed away nearly every vestige of Ms. Barrington-Ward’s middle-class life. She is a 53-year-old college graduate who worked steadily for three decades. She is now broke and homeless.

Ms. Barrington-Ward describes it as “my journey through hell.” She was laid off from an administrative position at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 2008; she had earned about $50,000 that year. With the recession spurring employers to dump hundreds of thousands of workers a month and the unemployment rate climbing to the double digits, she found that no matter the number of rĂ©sumĂ©s she sent out — she stopped counting in the thousands — she could not find work.

“I’ve been turned down from McDonald’s because I was told I was too articulate,” she says. “I got denied a job scrubbing toilets because I didn’t speak Spanish and turned away from a laundromat because I was ‘too pretty.’ I’ve also been told point-blank to my face, ‘We don’t hire the unemployed.’ And the two times I got real interest from a prospective employer, the credit check ended it immediately.”

For Ms. Barrington-Ward, joblessness itself has become a trap, an impediment to finding a job. Economists see it the same way, concerned that joblessness lasting more than six months is a major factor preventing people from getting rehired, with potentially grave consequences for tens of millions of Americans.

The long-term jobless, after all, tend to be in poorer health, and to have higher rates of suicide and strained family relations. Even the children of the long-term unemployed see lower earnings down the road.

The consequences are grave for the country, too: lost production, increased social spending, decreased tax revenue and slower growth. Policy makers and academics are now asking whether an improving economy might absorb those workers in time to prevent long-term economic damage.

“I don’t think we know the answer,” said Jesse Rothstein, an economist at the University of California, Berkeley. “But right now, I think everybody’s worst fears are coming true, as far as we can tell.”

Soon after we first talked in October, Ms. Barrington-Ward left her sister’s house in Ohio, where she had crashed for six weeks, and went back to Boston and filed her bankruptcy paperwork. She contacted a headhunter. “I’ve got to get a job,” she said. “I just have to.” She had two job interviews lined up and her fingers crossed.

Long-term joblessness — the kind that Ms. Barrington-Ward and about four million others are experiencing — is now one of the defining realities of the American work force.
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Except for gender and being homeless, Ms. Barrington-Ward's story is nearly identical to my own, right down to our ages.

When Ms. Barrington-Ward and I got on the Big Career Escalator years ago, we believed certain things to be true because we could see them in operation all around us.  Usually, honest labor had value.  Tangible value.  So did persistence.  So did excellence. And even if you were kneecapped by bad breaks or bad times or bad people, after you got banged up and bounced downhill once or twice, you got up again and worked your way back into the labor force.

Of course you could get a job -- a real job -- if you set your mind to it.   

Of course you could.

But while we were very busy working those hard, long hours -- while we were excelling at what we did -- someone set fire to all the rules and burned all the maps.  

Suddenly, no, you cannot get back into the workforce.  

No, we will not tell you why.  

Try as hard was you like.  Beat your brains out until it finally becomes clear that you will never have a full-time job with bennies again.

Never.

Never.  Ever.

That's the new reality: the quiet, lethal, zombie apocalypse no one prepared you for and which swarms over you and takes you down by sheer weight of numbers.  Which, by the way, leads us to the other ironic difference between Ms. Barrington-Ward's situation and my own: the fact that my last full-time job was helping people exactly like Ms. Barrington-Ward find work.  

I spent a long time building a righteous portfolio as a economic development and labor force expert.  Over the years I helped thousands of people find work, either directly by helping them think through their options, rework their resumes, learn interviewing skills and find internships and training, or indirectly by setting up and funding programs to get unemployed people like Ms. Barrington-Ward back into decent sustainable work.

I worked with the whole, sad rainbow of the unemployed:  kids in tough neighborhoods, young adults without prospects, ex-offenders, single mothers, and the suddenly and unexpectedly jobless like Ms. Barrington-Ward.

So like the physician who gets a bleak medical diagnosis, I am intimately versed enough in the arcanum of labor market data to be in a unique position to understand just how bad things are and how bad they are likely to remain for years to come.

My former profession has blessed me with the knowledge that there really are ways to solve the problem of long-term unemployment and underemployment that would give the millions like Ms. Barrington-Ward back their dignity and economic autonomy.

My understanding of political reality has cursed me with the knowledge that as long as we live in a culture that treats poverty and unemployment as signs of moral depravity, none of those solutions has a prayer of being realized.

Good luck to you, Ms. Barrington-Ward.

Good luck to all the Ms. Barrington-Wards, everywhere.