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It’s that time of year when cold office complaints are trending in your news feeds and on the Facebooks. I’m seeing a lot more responses in line with “it’s all menpigs fault because suits!”

Does anybody really think men want to wear suits? It’s frikkin’ 98 degrees out there with 90% humidity, and I can tell you I REALLY don’t want to wear a goddamn suit in this town in August! Now that I’ve lived in a city with a more relaxed dress code (Portland) I have some insight on the matter. And the fact of the matter is, whether or not you’re in a suit, your productivity is the same.

Suit culture is stupid, but unfortunately prevalent in Washington, DC. I’ve worked in some of the stuffiest (no pun intended) suited workplaces in the city, including one prominent nonprofit that does polling and research named after a very rich family, Homeland Security, and also for an Armed Services contractor. All of whom serve a public that doesn’t give a rat’s ass that you are in a suit. In fact, some of these agencies could really afford to look more approachable to the public, rather than look like “a suit” or one of the Men In Black. But they all wear suits. It’s especially bad around the Pentagon and Crystal City, and of course K Street.

Suit culture is a remnant of old boy bullshit, and/or lawyer culture that has permeated other non-legal workplaces. I don’t like suits, so please don’t tell me I want to wear a suit to make you suffer in the cold. BELIEVE ME, I’d much rather be wearing a string-top bikini and flip-flops or a sarong. My metabolism is over the top from my level of activity, and I can’t cool down.

Men in suits don’t have the option of taking their clothes off if it’s too hot. And in many cases, suited employees don’t have the option of challenging the culture or hierarchy to change suit culture. I don’t want to wear a suit, but sometimes I have to in order to keep my job. You, however, can put more clothes on if you are cold.

I think the core of the issue is gender and dress norms that could really afford to be changed, particularly in Washington, DC. It gets ridiculously hot and humid here and suits are impractical. Plus we all need to look _less_ like business assholes and more like we are serving the public. Polos and kakhis, and then we can turn up the thermostat for the cold ones.

This House Is CleanJust dealt with a SPAM avalanche in the comments section. At one point there were over 80,000, but some new security installs have been made. Let me know if you are having a hard time posting comments.

New temp gig is going well. What a difference in workplaces. The last one was pure stress and a series of crises on a daily basis. This one is starting out good. I biked to work during the swampiest days of the year but it wasn’t so bad.

Former roommate moved out – he was laid off in January and couldn’t get another job in the area and had to move, sadly. Luckily I got a new one rather quickly. Just finished cleaning up the house in preparation of him moving in. This House Is Clean:

Thank you so much for the donations so far! I’m flabbergasted. Even the most stingy southern swamp creatures (YOU KNOW WHO) have lent a helping hand and contributed. Here’s our interaction:

Suzanne Sugarbakker: “Those of us who are fortunate enough to be in relationships, should always show kindness and generosity to quirky single peoples who always make us feel blessed. :) Don’t do crack with this money. No, seriously! Eat something.”

Me: “You are always such a ray of joy in my life. And for your bitchy comments, I’m going to burn your money and snort the ashes. Even though I won’t get a buzz from it or any value from the donation, the satisfaction will be intoxicating enough. XXXOOO, KISSES.”

I had a work trip to New Orleans last week, my first for this new job. They kept me busy, and the hotel was good but this traveling thing isn’t as easy as it used to be. I’ve noticed between backpacking and sleeping in tents, and hotel stays, that I just don’t sleep well outside my own bed anymore. I think next time I will look into some sleep aids or something.

I got the weekend free there and for some masochistic reason visited Mémère BrettCajun, who has aged considerably. I couldn’t find the box of Just For Men in her medicine cabinet, as it was either all used up or hidden well. Here I am about to throw up in her presence:
totally grossed out
We visited one of the old cemeteries, where I considered bricking her into one of these handy mausoleums:
When that didn’t work, I considered the dark arts, but she already had her own ideas and started twirling around like Stevie Nicks as soon as we got to the American Horror Story: Coven house:
thinks she's Stevie Nicks
Then at the Aquarium of the Americas I was going to feed her to the big albino alligator but the reptile didn’t bite (too squishy). And the pretty budgerigars didn’t attack her a la Tippi Hedren:
And she was tired and cranky the whole time, and always needed a nap, shower and costume change at every turn:
tired ol cow
We tried to perk her up at Cafe du Monde with some chicory brew, but all she did was wharf down 52 beignets in one sitting, which of course made her tired and cranky again.

On a brighter note, long-time blogger Sturtle came out to visit. We had not yet met in person despite knowing each others’ blogs for almost a decade.

It wasn’t too swampy when I got there but got more humid as the week progressed. It got me prepared for the humidity in DC, which appears to be back in force.

shinerSo it’s been a year since I’ve returned to DC, two years since I moved to Portland. I moved back to DC under the assumption that there were more jobs here than in Portland. That’s somewhat true, but there aren’t as many jobs as there used to be here. Fewer organizations are hiring because money isn’t flowing here due to legislative gridlock and no budget. With the Republicans controlling the senate I think we’re going to get more of the same for at least three years. So nobody has any confidence they’ll have money for new or continuing positions.

The new job reality is in contracting. Fewer companies are hiring “permanent” positions. And salaries are lower, despite all the sunny news you hear coming from the White House these days. It’s ironic that in the past year I’ve had more interviews for jobs outside of DC than in. Two of them were for jobs in Portland. Next week I’ll be interviewing for a job in Madison, Wisconsin. It would be working for the state extension offices marketing their environmental programs. It would be a good fit, but of course the position is a 2-year contract, so that gives me pause and I would probably have to get a car too. But then again everything is contracting these days. But it is the first job interview where they are paying for my travel for an interview in person! However, I owe them a marketing presentation in return.

I had mentally resolved to “be” in DC, to accept the fact that this is where I should be. But opportunities may take me elsewhere. This sorta pisses me off because I felt very empowered to take the leap to Portland, but failed. It makes me feel like I don’t have any control over my destiny. Then there’s the constant anxiety about my career/job/bills. Two years of worry and watching my savings run out. I think a lesser person would be crushed by two years of this instability.

Granted, I’m working now, actually like the job I’m in, but it ends in December. All I’ve been able to get in DC are these short-term contracting gigs, and my resume looks like a mess now. I get interviews when people see my resume, but I think there are still hundreds of people applying for jobs these days and my resume is buried under hundreds of pages and names. It’s really tight out there.

The photo was of the shiner I got during rugby practice last month. It’s all better now. Rugby was fun this season. They have enough players now to form a third team. It’s mostly brand new players and old, decrepit players like me. Still fun to get out there though, but man it takes longer and longer for me to recover from a match.

So after about two months between jobs I got a very sudden offer for temp work at a SCIENCE nonprofit a very short commute from my house. I can walk to work, which is very nice. The offer happened in the course of an afternoon and I reported to work the next day. This was fine with me because I was getting bored out of my skull and was ready to get to work. Now sure I was in Provincetown and Wisconsin for much of July, but as August ticked by I was starting to sweat. Yes there’ve been lots of jobs to apply to, but few responses – it’s a very tough market these days, even in job-laden DC. Although my name is on a project proposal to support a major Federal agency’s website, that proposal must win the bid first, and doesn’t start until October. So I’m going with the bird in hand for now.

Hello I'm G.G. from Redmond, WashingtonThis temp gig was a blessing from the skies. So far I’m only doing stakeholder relations and PDF pushing but will soon have access to their CMS (content management system). I’ve already impressed the boss with my super-fast learning curve, for my last job involved two other, more complex CMS’. Blogging with this here blog also involves CMS. While I’d prefer my career progress onward in the public affairs field I’ll take a web content producer job as it seems to be the way to pay the bills these days. At least I have a diverse skillset to support myself.

These webmaster skills also involve tracking site visitors so that we may understand who is visiting our site, to better design future websites suited for target audiences. I can use these skills and tools to track emails too. So lets say some nut has been sending me weekly harassing emails debasing me for being unemployed, and/or decrying my opinions on things. Let’s say they continue to send me such emails. I could for example locate the city (or even building!) where they live, track down where they work, identify the insane metaphysical blogs where they contribute, and make that information public. Or bring to light where said crazy harassing person works at his family grocery store. These are the useful tools a webmaster has at his disposal to respond to really mean, attention-whoring, or otherwise bored people who keep sending crazy and mean emails.

And no I’m not talking about BrettCajun. His brand of crazy can be purchased at your local Wal-Mart. Plus when Brett tries to sound mean he just ends up sounding like a little puppy who got his paw stuck in a mousetrap. So I’m not talking about Miss Suzanne Sugarbakker of the Swamplands.

Been busy! Managing is mentally draining, and most of the time when I get home I just stare at the wall as I drool. Plus I may have been avoiding blogging because my current work involves massaging and moving web pages. So the last thing I want to do when I get home is work on more web stuff.

But anyway I’ve been managing people, and I think I kind of like it. This is good because I have a Master’s degree in management, so I’d better like it. But like I said it is mentally draining and keeps me fairly worn out. When most Fridays come around I do not feel like going out. I previously thought I had no previous experience actually managing people, but I’ve found this to be untrue. My experience on the board of the Renegades rugby team had me making decisions, managing a budget, and occasionally approaching difficult club members. This is management.

And don’t laugh, but dungeon mastering (game facilitation) for years has me practiced in quick decision making under pressure, facilitating our “meetings” and understanding different types of people and how they can fit and work better. So I’m not as inexperienced as I thought.

The new stuff that’s challenging me is finding tasks and assigning them out. This is a big part of managing a website redesign and page migration, and takes a lot of time and thought. Especially to do it in an organized fashion.

Other than that I haven’t been doing much else, but am looking forward to a trip to West Virginia in early may.

Trimming the beard for the job interview earlier this week was somewhat of a relief. I was getting tired of the overgrown ‘stache doubling as a coffee/soup strainer. That and this sinus cold I’ve had since NYE made boogers and beards problematic:

That said, I still love having a fur-bearing mammal attached to my face. I’ll admit the shorter beard looks better, but as y’all know, I like big beards and I cannot lie. It will grow back again.

The interview went well. It was a basic first-round interview at an institute of higher learning where I worked many years ago. I recognized many of the people on the 7-person interview committee, and recognized the questions since I had been on several similar committees. And by now I know how to answer them the best I can. We’ll see how it goes. There’s a few other irons in the fire, and things have picked up in the job department as I expected they would now that the holidays are over. And with the government passing some budget, more opportunities may come up as organizations become confident they can afford to hire.

My room has dried up from the flood for the most part but I think the cold snap broke the heat exchanger outside. I’m not quite sure what it is for, but it doesn’t always work now and the house seems colder than usual. Anyway my cheap-ass computer desk did get some water damage, and my renter’s insurance is paying for a replacement. I put the soaked rugs outside in the two days of rain that followed, dried them out and put some carpet freshener on them and they seem fine. They may rot later, we’ll see. But like I said before most of it is crap anyway and is no great loss.

China Wall Sunset2013 was great in terms of the travels and hikes I went on. My trip to the island of Oahu, Hawaii was most memorable. I am grateful for the exciting adventures I had and I hope to one day get back to that volume of travel and sightseeing again. I really love to travel and get outdoors.

But in terms of meeting goals and, well, getting a job, 2013 sucked. My timing could have been better – I saw the writing on the wall with an economic downturn on the way, and knew I was moving to a more depressed region in terms of employment. But I thought my credentials were robust enough to thrive and had finances to fall back on in case things didn’t turn out. And they didn’t and I retreated back to familiarity and a better promise of employment.

Despite my contracting job that got me through the holiday months, I am still looking for long-term employment. What I am doing right now for work may or may not work out, and it’s best to keep looking, and I have been. Things have been slow as expected over the holidays. As a former government worker I’m aware that not much gets done between Thanksgiving and January. Let’s hope our government gets going again so people have the confidence in the economy to hire again.

In 2013 I went to Seattle, saw snowy owls and Jinkx Monsoon. I made cute beet cupcakes. I had a snowboarding ‘stache. I saw Prince in Portland and was disappointed by the audience. Hiking, lots and lots of glorious hiking. Interview with an out, gay NASCAR driver. Lampreys at Bonneville Dam. I got stopped at the Canadian border because I’m unemployed. I caught up on the entire season of Game of Thrones and True Blood. I moved back to Washington, DC.

Just got a call from the last place I interviewed and they selected someone else. BUT at least I got a call, and he did say I was a contender for the position. That’s better practice than from other places I’ve interviewed, and I appreciate it and said so to the search leader who called. Such calls – while utterly devastating – are an opportunity to give a parting positive impression and leaves the door open for potential future opportunities. They know you, and if you think they liked you there could be openings in the future. And I will not be mad at anyone who has the balls to call me with bad news. If I’m ever on a search committee myself I will push that such calls be made, however difficult and awkward they may be.

That said, I had just gotten out of a three-day k-hole from my Canada rejection. Although I had a feeling a while back that I wasn’t going to get the position anyway and was somewhat mentally prepared to be resilient to the bad news.

The K-HoleThe term “k-hole” is from the old Circuit Party days when someone would do too much ketamine and become unresponsive. This state was highly mythologized but I witnessed it happening from time to time: “Oooh gurl Paul fell into a k-hole on the dance floor right when the DJ was playing some Kim English!” These days I use the term with endearance when I fall into a depression due to joblessness. When I find myself despondent and making lunch seems to be an insurmountable effort, I say to myself “Oooh gurl you in a k-hole.”

Knowing you’re in a k-hole is a good way of finding your way back to a better mood, and I have proven ways of getting out of it. Socializing with friends, exercise, being outdoors and applying for more jobs give me a sense of empowerment and positivity. Staying in and reflecting on the overall hopelessness of it all does not help one get out of the k-hole.

I recently read some article about the Kübler-Ross model of the stages of grief, and am fairly certain I’ve been to the final stages of it. But one goes back and forth on the scale and here’s how it’s gone with me:

  1. Denial: I can’t believe I haven’t gotten a job in 11 months.
  2. Anger: Fuck Portland.
  3. Depression: I will never get a job again.
  4. Bargaining: Maybe if I network more I will get a lead.
  5. Acceptance: Ha ha I will never get a job again!

And so it goes back and forth, sometimes on a daily basis. The final stage has been an odd one for me lately. Sometimes I feel like I’m at this Zen state of joblessness, which can be a relief sometimes. “Well fuck I can’t get a job here, I made a gamble and lost.” The reports of the heat wave back in the Mid-Atlantic combined with the fantastic dry, sunny weather with cool evenings here still has me resisting the idea of going back to DC. But there are jobs and a robust network for me back there, and here I seem to be hitting my head against a very sturdy wall. Sometimes when something isn’t working, it’s just not going to work.