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clevermanka) wrote2020-11-27 08:31 am
Moving on
Thank you to everyone who offered condolences on Tuesday's post. I'm not up for responding, but I appreciate them.
Don't get me wrong, not getting the job sucks. Not getting an interview is worse. But not even having someone contact me to say I didn't get an interview? Intolerable.
Realistically, is there a chance someone else might do a better job than me in that position? Sure. Do I disagree with that assessment? Absolutely. Could politics have played a role? Definitely. But part of me (a large part) knew it was coming. I knew it as soon as I heard a member of the college would be on the hiring committee. I didn't have a good feeling about it and my intuition is rarely wrong.
What really hurts is that nobody told me. Not a single person on that hiring committee (or the rest of the staff if they were in the know) had the guts to contact me and say "look I'm real sorry but head's up..." Nope. Not a peep from the people I served for nearly two decades.
And I get confidentiality issues, I do. I proudly wore the title of Secretary for nineteen years because I am the best secret-keeper you'll ever meet and I guarded student and staff personal information like I would my own. But on two occasions I did violate the confidentiality of the admissions committee to tell an internal applicant their admissions decision before notice went from the graduate school. In both cases I considered the applicant (one of our current students) a friend and I held their trust and mental health higher than a confidentiality clause.
The fact that nobody on that hiring committee bothered to do the same for me was a betrayal. Especially the chair. May I just mention, I'm the one who consoled her when KU cut my job in 2018? Yes, seriously. I held her hand in her office while she cried and I told her it was okay, that I'd be okay. And still she made me be the one to ask her what was up. The reason she gave for responding to my email, 24 hours after I sent it? The applicant they'd offered the position accepted the job.
Wow.
The past 18 months have done a number on my already-existent trust issues, let me tell you.
And I'm tired. I'm tired of my life getting shittier. The last time I was overall happy with my life, not just a couple aspects of it, was 1997. Nearly half my life ago. There've been upward bumps here and there, but on the whole it's been a downward trajectory--mentally, physically, financially. Not being melodramatic, that's just reality.
To be clear, I don't expect my life to be wonderful again. Nothing like chronic illness to take that notion away from a girl. But I've got to at least even things out to a horizontal line or my last couple decades are gonna be rough. I need a big change. So unless something miraculously amazing drops into my lap and soon, I'm out of here. LFK and I had a good run but I think it's time for me to move on. Which also means leaving Kansas because no way am I relocating anywhere else in this hellstate.
So this charming space I've secured for myself is just a stopping point. I'm not gonna paint the walls, I'm not gonna finish setting up the studio, I'm not even putting together the rest of my bed. I'll use up or shed what I can of all the things I've accumulated over the last two and a half decades and figure out how start over elsewhere.
I have no clue how a disabled (but not disabled enough for disability!), middle-aged woman who's been unemployed for over a year is going to get a job at this point but I guess we'll find out!
I'd say wish me luck, but...yeah. Ha! Ha ha! Wish me fortitude, instead. Wish me courage and stamina and a moderately functioning brain. Send me any secretarial job leads you might stumble across, or connections you might have. Or advice. And I'm completely open to any and all locations (with a strong preference for weed-legal states).
And once we get a widely-distributed vaccine, wish me the ability to access it as well as someone hot to absolutely rail me into oblivion.
Don't get me wrong, not getting the job sucks. Not getting an interview is worse. But not even having someone contact me to say I didn't get an interview? Intolerable.
Realistically, is there a chance someone else might do a better job than me in that position? Sure. Do I disagree with that assessment? Absolutely. Could politics have played a role? Definitely. But part of me (a large part) knew it was coming. I knew it as soon as I heard a member of the college would be on the hiring committee. I didn't have a good feeling about it and my intuition is rarely wrong.
What really hurts is that nobody told me. Not a single person on that hiring committee (or the rest of the staff if they were in the know) had the guts to contact me and say "look I'm real sorry but head's up..." Nope. Not a peep from the people I served for nearly two decades.
And I get confidentiality issues, I do. I proudly wore the title of Secretary for nineteen years because I am the best secret-keeper you'll ever meet and I guarded student and staff personal information like I would my own. But on two occasions I did violate the confidentiality of the admissions committee to tell an internal applicant their admissions decision before notice went from the graduate school. In both cases I considered the applicant (one of our current students) a friend and I held their trust and mental health higher than a confidentiality clause.
The fact that nobody on that hiring committee bothered to do the same for me was a betrayal. Especially the chair. May I just mention, I'm the one who consoled her when KU cut my job in 2018? Yes, seriously. I held her hand in her office while she cried and I told her it was okay, that I'd be okay. And still she made me be the one to ask her what was up. The reason she gave for responding to my email, 24 hours after I sent it? The applicant they'd offered the position accepted the job.
Wow.
The past 18 months have done a number on my already-existent trust issues, let me tell you.
And I'm tired. I'm tired of my life getting shittier. The last time I was overall happy with my life, not just a couple aspects of it, was 1997. Nearly half my life ago. There've been upward bumps here and there, but on the whole it's been a downward trajectory--mentally, physically, financially. Not being melodramatic, that's just reality.
To be clear, I don't expect my life to be wonderful again. Nothing like chronic illness to take that notion away from a girl. But I've got to at least even things out to a horizontal line or my last couple decades are gonna be rough. I need a big change. So unless something miraculously amazing drops into my lap and soon, I'm out of here. LFK and I had a good run but I think it's time for me to move on. Which also means leaving Kansas because no way am I relocating anywhere else in this hellstate.
So this charming space I've secured for myself is just a stopping point. I'm not gonna paint the walls, I'm not gonna finish setting up the studio, I'm not even putting together the rest of my bed. I'll use up or shed what I can of all the things I've accumulated over the last two and a half decades and figure out how start over elsewhere.
I have no clue how a disabled (but not disabled enough for disability!), middle-aged woman who's been unemployed for over a year is going to get a job at this point but I guess we'll find out!
I'd say wish me luck, but...yeah. Ha! Ha ha! Wish me fortitude, instead. Wish me courage and stamina and a moderately functioning brain. Send me any secretarial job leads you might stumble across, or connections you might have. Or advice. And I'm completely open to any and all locations (with a strong preference for weed-legal states).
And once we get a widely-distributed vaccine, wish me the ability to access it as well as someone hot to absolutely rail me into oblivion.

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I will again suggest that you set up a patreon so that everybody who has benefited from your writing, site management, emotional support, and emotional labour have a means to give back to you.
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Seriously, though, I already have a Paypal link on cm.net and occasionally someone drops me $10 or $20. I don't see how Patreon would be better--in fact don't they take a cut?
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PayPal also takes a cut.
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eta: And I still don't think/see how setting up a Patreon would encourage people to donate when the donate button on the site is already right there.
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I didn't remember seeing the tip jar on your site recently so I went and looked. On my phone it is at the very bottom after all the links to archived past posts. I haven't looked there in a long time. It also says money goes to guest writers.
I'm not saying patreon is the only way to go or that it doesn't have problems... but the way you are doing tips right now is actively discouraging tips.
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Let me think about what sort of spoons I'll need to set up a Patreon. Although I certainly don't expect donations to pay for more than the occasional dinner out*... I feel like a lot of us are tapped out these days.
* Ha ha ha when that can happen again
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About being happy. I think our society (and the American society even more) puts too much weight on happiness. I mean, it's nice to be happy but I guess I'd rather be content. I feel like that's a lot more stable place to be. So, I wish you strength and perseverance and hope you'll find contentment in your life.
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To me, being overall happy just means living a life where I don't wake with a sense of dread or despair more often than not, where I do feel like I have some control over myself and my surroundings. That's...pretty much it. Doesn't seem like a tall order but I haven't felt that way in a long time.
Not a fan.
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Good luck, and fortitude, and everything else! *more hugs*
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*angry-cat hiss*
You know I wish you all the good things--luck and fortitude, indeed, and also contentment and an epically well-suited bed partner. *hugs* (I want to be all "come to Canada!", but I know that's complicated and difficult. >.<)
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♥FORTITUDE♥
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(If you need a little bit of pin money in passing, I can recommend a couple of places where you can do English-teaching type online work--all text-based, no real-time interaction, no geographical restrictions. Possibly not your thing but let me know if you get curious.)
I thought of you when lighting yesterday's Friday candle. Take good care ♡
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And yeah, I hate how in our society you are expected to push on through all mental and physical disabilities unless they meet a narrow criteria just so you can have a decent life and enough money to get by on. I mean, I like having meaningful work to do, but it sure can be rough to do it 40 hours a week. The whole enshrining of the 40 hour work week makes me want to rip something into bloody shreds and scream in frustration. Flexibility, less time trapped in an office--it would be so wonderful. And while self-employment can bring flexibility, it comes with its own host of problems.
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And yeah, for some of us self-employment isn't even an option. There's nothing in that arena I'm capable of doing in sufficient quantity that would pay me enough to live and afford insurance.
Capitalism suuuuuuuuucks.
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You are now on my list of "send a job opportunity her way" when I see them through the university system here. I can't imagine you'd want to relocate here, but, well, weed is legal, and housing hasn't gotten TOO insanely expensive lately, despite all the relocations from rich telecommuters to the prettier tourist towns.
Don't give up prematurely on your surroundings! It's important for you to have a physical space where you feel complete.
Hugs and luck and wishes and more hugs.
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Right? RIGHT???
Thank you for the job postings. At this point I'm willing to move anywhere, weather be damned. I'd rather deal with external inconveniences than the constant internal turmoil of wondering when I'll see someone else who fucked me over on a walk around downtown.
And I do love my little space, here, don't get me wrong! But I'm not making any changes/improvements that I can't take with me or make it more difficult to leave.
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I'd say... do yourself a favor and finish setting up your bed? (Assuming that doesn't need remodeling or something.) The rest of the apartment, yeah, you've moved in there with the knowledge that you won't stay there long.
I wish you all the best so you can make your life better again. <3
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Wishing you ALL the fortitude!
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So, that? ^^^^ ENRAGES me. There are established relationships and long histories here and I am astounded that you didn't receive any consideration or respect here. That chair can go screw and so can everyone else involved in the process.
Wishing you all the courage and stamina and opportunities for both suitable employment and hardcore railing.
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