This is more or less a newsletter for job seekers like myself. I try to find good job search strategies, bad job search strategies, pure BS and job related articles every week. So far I’ve never run short. Please pass this around. I’m not doing this for any reason other than the desire to help and communicate with other job seekers. If you have any good links or stories, especially stories please comment. If you want the story private, just put that in the comment and I will trash it and not let it post.
What sets Vocational Students from the college bound?
What you get from a summer job.
Oddball comments or prejudice against oddballs?
People in debt can’t afford to take risks. Many Millenials are crippled with debt, thanks to a system rigged against them.
Mike Rowe again.
It’s a great question, and I’m flattered that you would direct it to me. Obviously, I can’t speak for your community. Nor am I a spokesman for blue collar workers, skilled tradesmen, cops, or dirty jobbers. I can only speak for myself. Having said that, I do have a theory of sorts, and it revolves around the paradoxical relationship between gratitude and resentment.
The problem starts with what we value, and today, as a society, we do not value skilled labor. That’s why we’ve removed home economics from high school, along with the vocational arts. Of course, we still need these skills as a society – now more than ever – but we don’t want them for our kids; we want them for someone else’s kids. And so, we find ourselves with 5.6 million available jobs, $1.3 trillion of outstanding student loans, and hundreds of thousands of graduates perfectly educated for jobs that no longer exist.
We’re living today in the age of the specialist, in what most people would call a service economy. Cars, homes, computers…we can purchase these things easily – assuming we have the means – but most of us have no idea how to make them, much less maintain them. The same is true with the most important things – food, energy, infrastructure, technology…we’re disconnected from the business of making things, and largely dependent on workers whom we’ve never met, doing jobs we no longer aspire to.
If I learned anything from Dirty Jobs, it’s this: the people we rely upon most are the same people we most often take for granted. And it’s getting worse, because the less skilled we become as individuals, the more disconnected we become from that portion of our workforce. This “disconnect” is the thing that makes us more anxious and less patient with the world around us. This is why we behave like petulant children when our electricity goes out, or our plumbing fails, or our airplane doesn’t take off on time, or our internet goes down, or our phone call gets disconnected. (Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now???)
Fact is Ron, we are no longer impressed by the miracle of modern agriculture, affordable electricity, air-conditioning, smooth roads, suspension bridges, winged-flight, or any number of other things that used to unite us with a shared sense of wonder. This is why we blame the plumber for charging us “too much.” We resent him, precisely because we need him. The very jobs we told our kids to avoid, are the same jobs we bitch about paying for. From healthcare to roadside assistance, construction to computer repair – we begrudge the skills we don’t possess, and disparage the people who have them. As addicted as we are to crapping indoors, we simply don’t value to the people who make it possible. In this way, we’re not only disconnected from honest work, we can’t even agree on the definition of a “good job.”
But of course, we’re also disconnected from a number of other important things. Across the country, college kids are demanding to be heard – even as they shout down speakers with whom they don’t agree. These people, whatever they believe, are disconnected from the first amendment. Elected officials in ten states have made it illegal to transport a firearm across state lines. These people, whatever their motives, are disconnected from the second amendment. Millions of Americans, after watching a sensational video with no context at all, now believe it should be left up to passengers on airplanes to determine which orders they obey, and which they ignore. These people are disconnected from reality.
Anyway, that’s a bit of a ramble, but you asked for it. To answer your specific question, I would simply say it’s hard to grieve for people you don’t really know, who die doing a job you don’t really appreciate. It happens all the time, so I guess we’re used to it. Sad, but true. However, when a cop dies – even in an accident like the one you mentioned – most sensible people will pause to ponder – however briefly – the absolute pandemonium that would engulf us all, if no one had the guts to wear that uniform.
Like skilled tradesmen, cops are under-appreciated and critical to civilized life. But unlike skilled tradesmen, cops are not confronted with apathy; they’re confronted with antipathy. Their problems don’t start with a lack of appreciation; their problems start with people who wish them dead. People with no regard for law and order.
Cops are on television every moment of every day. We see them whenever there’s a riot, or a protest, or a shooting, or an angry mob bent on destroying a neighborhood. I’m looking at one on TV right now – Steven Disario. That’s him in the casket, on his way to the funeral home. He was shot dead in Ohio just a few hours ago, answering a call at a nursing home. Left a wife behind with six kids, and another on the way.
When I see people like Chief Disario risking their lives on my behalf, I immediately consider the speed with which our country would cease to exist if all the cops stayed home for a week. Then, I thank God for the men and women in blue. Because no job in my opinion, is more noble, more important, or more thankless than theirs. Obviously, I’m not alone.
What nobody tells us about the jobs crisis.
Sorry about the light posting. Between this computer and losing a bunch of links it’s just taking longer to put these posts together.
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