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Waste never tasted this good

Friends, let me tell you this – few things make a man more happy than landing a good job in a great (but expensive) city, especially after living the itinerant life on savings fumes for many months. As you may have guessed, it’s official – I’m fully employed! Well, 3/4 employed, but we’ll get to that. For the moment, it is enough to know that last week I was made an offer I couldn’t refuse by the Alameda County Waste Management Authority. Yes, folks I’ve hit the big time, but not without some scrambling up the heap.

Although somewhat hard to believe, I have been applying for jobs here in San Francisco for over a year. Shortly after my decision to leave VT, and starting with an office gig with the Kronos Quartet, I’ve been applying to select openings that seem suitable and exciting. Things seemed off to a good start when I orchestrated a real coup of an interview with Kronos while I was still living in Vermont! While that interview went very well – I was visiting SanFran in late Fall of 2003 to make sure I was happy with my decision to move – I didn’t get the job. Over the next few months, that interview and the kindly words of the interviewer kept my head up amidst nary a response from the other resumes I had begun to send out. Soon enough, though, the job search ground to a halt, postponed by the weak response to my intial and, in retrospect, verbosely juvenile cover letters, as well as my decision to take some extra time in transition.

Fast forward six months – after the madness in Central America and a roadtrip for the ages, I am back at the task of the job search. Setup in a converted garage office, armed only with my clunky desktop, keen intellect and hubristic optimism, cover letters start flowing once again. Blantant self-promotion in the most professional of manners sponsors linguistic brevity, loss of creative facial hair and contemplation of sacrificing my ideals. And finally the switchboard starts to light up. What begins as a trickle of responses becomes a veritable deluge (relative to the smallish number of resumes I sent out – stats to follow on that).

My first real windfall in the job market was a contract gig through the leading tech recruiter in San Francisco. It took them 3 weeks to find anything for me, but when they did, it happened fast. A very informal interview late one Wednesday afternoon (following, ironically, a tough, 8:00am first round panel interview for the job I would eventually accept) led to a Thursday morning work call. The work – PHP programming – was good but a little dry and somewhat chaotic. I suppose that was balanced out by the compensation and bragging rights to statements like “Yeah, I was working on U2.com today and…” Yup, it’s all true.

Despite the allure of working at a high-test design firm, my heart was elsewhere and the job interviews proceeded, one by one. By the time I got to my second call from ACWMA, I was convinced the job would be mine and was ready to drop the contract work. The second interview was more relaxed but still a panel and still very professional. I performed brilliantly, if I do say so myself, except for the part when they asked me to deconstruct four different promotional brochures for other departments. I fumbled my way through, though, and felt confident. So confident that I quit the contract job the next day, without even knowing if I had the Alemeda job! Is this the “faith” that everyone is talking about in our morally-charged times? Either that or I was possessed.

That Thursday was witness to an excruciating period of waiting and guessing and doubting. Despite being told that I would know about the job the next day, I did not get the call until Friday morning, at which point I gladly accepted a very gracious offer. At this point, you are probably ready for the details. The position is Program Support Specialist (II) for the Bay-Friendly Landscaping and Gardening programs of the aforementioned ACWMA. These programs were started 10 years ago to educate the residents of Alameda County about backyard sustainability in hopes of reducing the waste stream. Both have been extremely successful and popular, and, in the wake of such demand, I was hired to provide support (!) for the two program leads. The generalist nature of the position suits me well – media promotion, community outreach & volunteer coordination along with administrative tasks (web, print, data, filing, etc.) and possibly some teaching. All in all, the position is an excellent mix of my interests, ideology and skills and, being only 30 hours to start, will allow me to pursue some other opportunities on the side.

And so, with the acquisition of a full-time job, my transition to San Francisco is complete. I cannot be more thankful for what I’ve found here so far. One would think that now I could settle down to quiet, relaxed, ‘normal’ life… that’s what I thought, until the next bid thing came along – www.lunarbid.com. (sigh) No rest for the weary! Don’t worry, you’ll be hearing more about that venture soon enough and things will quiet down for me one of these days. I think.

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Filed under: The Grind

Winter water

Hard to believe that winter here consists of rain, rain and more rain. Coming from the much colder climes of the Northeast, I’m still getting used to 50 degree January temperatures. I guess 30 years of weather conditioning are hard let go of all at once. After a few months in the Bay Area, though, I have come to understand a bit more about the seasonality here, especially the rain.

80% of San Francisco’s rain falls between the months of November to March, due primarily to “occluded fronts on a trajectory from the west-northwest and an occasional cold front from the Gulf of Alaska.” While that meteorological explanation (courtesy of www.ggweather.com) clears up a few questions – no pun intended – I have noticed some lingering clouds of uncertainty in the forecast. Perhaps the timing of my move has affected my appreciation of the West Coast winter. Not only did I arrive promptly for the notorious rainy season, but a particularly rainy rainy season at that. California has already been witness to some severe mudslides this season, have a look:

I won’t complain though. Let me tell you why.

I have little tolerance for those that grumble about the weather. There are better things to rail against in these troubled times. No amount of griping will change the weather, so why cultivate that negativity? Accept and move on, accept and move on. I would rather spend my protestations on matters where my voice might actually affect change. At the moment I’m thinking about ecocide at the hands of our societal model of democratic-capitalism, though I will spare the reader a political rant. (In the future, however, I will touch upon the 6th great mass extinction currently underway.) Of course, those pesky Buddhists assert that we cannot change anything at all except our reaction to the various types of stimuli. I am still struggling to come to terms with that perspective, and I am also venturing far off-topic.

There is another reason for my acquiescence to the weather of San Francisco beyond its intractability. Put quite simply, I like rain. I find the random patter of raindrops to be one of the most soothing rhythms of the natural world. Water, in general, has always held great therapeutic value for me. How many times have I been lulled into quiet contemplation – or still acceptance – by the cascading symphony of a rushing stream upon rock and riverbed? Indeed, I often look to moving water for inspiration, whether intellectual or something beyond words. I think this may be why, on a deeper level, I really have not minded the wintry deluge of my first few months here. The sound of rain across the skylights above has been like a familiar friend offering the solace of home.

For all the notable climatic differences between East and West, though, I am realizing that certain seasons can retain their the basic character in different locales. Skies grey and cloud-laden, whether the darkness portends precipitation liquid or solid. Streets quiet calm during evening hours and human activity confined to indoor arenas, with the welcome exception of a warm day or clear sky. Utterances of wonder – and sometimes grief – at the harsh extremes of unpredictable Mother Nature. These similarities make me feel at ease here this winter, engaged in homebound activities very close to those that occupied the snowy days back East. No, on second thought, arriving during the rainy season has not been an inconvenience at all. I’m pleasantly suprised to find it an odd reminder of my old home, and the ideal lull period in which to readjust to my new.

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Filed under: San Francisco

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