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Thursday, March 22, 2007

The SALVATION for those who are Victim to the ARMY

To begin, this is written off of one person’s experience, one person’s opinion, and is not [I pray] a reoccurring issue within today’s job market and/or hiring process of the Salvation Army. In addition, any reference to “the Army” is made in correlation with the Salvation Army, NOT the United States Army. With that being said…

There is no recognition too great, no action too noble, no opinions too high to ever give me the positive impression that the Salvation Army (SA) attempts to make in today’s world. They have, on every level, scarred the face of the Army through their unethical hiring process, their disregard for the repercussions of their actions, and their failure to and spineless act of denying their actions and simply pawning off responsibility to the bureaucratic red tape which has damaged the corporate world, for there is no “Non-Profit” in this country.

On January 2, 2007 I was contacted by Dr. Doug Loisel, Execute Director of the Salvation Army Social Services Department (Los Angeles County), in regards to a position as an “Executive Director” of business for the SA. I put quotation marks because they were in the process of changing the name of the position, but had not decided on the new name at this time. I, excited to join the world of the “non-profit”, replied back and found myself in front of the board interviewing for the position. After a very comfortable, pleasant experience with the board, it was decided that I did not have adequate experience to be an executive member of the SA. I agreed and still had a desire to be a member of the Army, and told Dr. Loisel to keep me in mind if any future positions were to come available. I was told that he was trying to make some moves and get me in at the Bell Homeless Shelter. The move he was speaking of was to move the current Business Manager of the Bell Shelter (LaRae Neal) to the “Executive Director” position and I would move into her position if she felt comfortable with hiring me.

Come February 1, 2007 I was on my way to the Bell Shelter to meet with LaRae Neal and Alexandra Tostes for an interview and to win their approval. I did. The interview went really well, I expressed my desire to make a salary of $65k per year, and was contacted on February 16, 2007 via email being offered a position.

Specifically:
In light of this the starting salary for you would be 51,000.00 a year keeping you in your current financial position. You will have a flexible schedule, the only expectation would be for you to work Mon - Fri, with weekends off. You will also earn 12 paid sick days per year and 4 weeks of vacation per year along with health benefits. You can also take that exciting vacation you have planned with no worry's. We would love to have you on board, so take some time, pray about it and let me know your decision. Currently I have two other applicants for the position, but no offers have made as of today.

Even with a salary adjustment, I was willing to take the new position because I thought this was going to be a great opportunity for me to make a difference in the lives of others and to refine my skills in both business and finance. I am coming from 10 years of banking, finance, audits, and sales. I took the weekend to think it over, talk to my family, my girlfriend, my current manager, and friends. Make sense? I thought so.

Monday, February 19th rolled around too slowly and I decided to call LaRae and speak with her verbally to accept the position. An action I, to this day, regret since I do not have it in writing. I called her, accepted the position, and verified the clearance to buy a $1,000 plane ticket to China (to visit a friend in the Peace Corp). During this phone call I asked her if it would be beneficial to give my notice at Downey Savings now and start as soon as possible, or to start at the SA after I returned from China. She told me to give notice and start the SA on the 12th of March, the day after I returned from the Solvang Century Bike Ride. And I did.

When February 23rd rolled around, I had an appointment at 1pm to meet with LaRae and sign all the paperwork for employment including insurance, 401k and benefit plans, and direct deposit. All in all, I spent 3 hours signing over 24 pages of documents and watching that lovely new employee movie that most companies have. At that time, LaRae Neal told me that she was going to submit all my papers to the DHQ (District Head Quarters) for approval. I asked her if this meant that I was not hired, she said it was strictly procedure and I had nothing to worry about. I did not worry and left my last day at Downey to be Wednesday, March 7, 2007. Here is where it gets interesting.

March 6, 2007 brought about a feeling of sadness to be leaving a job I have been working at for the last 5 + years, however, we all move on. After checking my personal email from work on my cell phone, I get an email from LaRae asking me to “…when [I] get a moment please give [her] a call.” I did and found out that one person on the Board of Directors at DHQ (name not disclosed to me) decided that he wanted a person with a degree specific to accounting/finance and that I was not be hired for the position. After asking LaRae if she understood that she had offered me the position and told me to give Downey notice, she responded with the simple response that she never promised me anything of that nature and my application still required approval. I asked her if she “understood the financial repercussions of her actions on my life?” and she told me “…yeah, I’m sorry about that.” Me too.

Bottom line, my situation exists as this: I had one day left at Downey (they had already filled my position), no job at the Salvation Army, a $1,000.00 plane ticket to China (April 25th to May 11th), $2,000.00 in my savings account, and the excitement of seeing how long I can last financially. I remember Dr. Loisel and I discussed how money makes the world go round, which is why he wanted me specifically (a person who understands the financial importance of micro management), now I get that first hand experience. Thanks doctor.

So far I have applied for over 45 jobs through a variety of websites, personal visits, and personal connections. No bites yet, with the exception of a retail position that pays $9.25/hour, but I don’t hear back from them until next week. Keep in mind that when I left Downey I was making $19.36/hour. I have money I guess, but this money was set aside for my trip to China (at least things are cheaper there), and I have my retirement waiting for me.

What I am supposed to do now? Let the SA get away with their irresponsible actions? Perhaps. Should I fight it? I could, but what happens to me? Will I be branded as the person who fought (legally or not) the Salvation Army? With any luck. I looked over my contract. The last note on the contract states that the contract is not valid until the Director signs it. I had my signature, LaRae’s signature, and LaRae’s word (not written of course). Does Detrimental Reliance cover this? Probably not. I will know before my trip to China though. I promise you that.

I know that the SA has done some really good things in this world. I am not disregarding their actions as an organization for helping others. I am questioning the ethics of a Christian, Charitable Organization and their willingness to lie about their actions, refusing to speak with me (Diane Bell, Major Steven Bradley, Dr. Douglas Loisel, LaRae Neal, and that gentleman who answered the phone at the Bell Shelter when I called to ask who LaRae Neal’s supervisor was), and denying situations ever existed. I am not looking for a fight, I am looking for justice. Just because an entity has the power to do this to another human being does not mean they should. This is bigger than my situation, it is the idea that Corporations are doing this to people everyday. Leaving them with no medical insurance, no job, and fighting to find money (and the job that goes with it). In a world where the battle depends on “Survival of the Fittest”, the underdog is being sent to fight with no weapon. Honestly, I will survive. Sure I am paying out of pocket for medicine, but I saved money. What about those who have no money? The people with kids, a mortgage, and no savings?

In a society of rising gas prices, 60 mile a day commutes, and 80 hour work weeks, there will have to be a change for my generation. When will it start and who will start it?

Monday, March 19, 2007

Money for the Masses

Let me explain something about today’s “job market”. And keep in mind that when I say “job market”, I mean that thing that people look at to earn an income which would have the possibilities of surpassing the current cost of living in the area in which it exist. However, with my living in Los Angeles, I am about to prove this to be very, VERY wrong.

I lost my job (laid off of sorts) a little over a week ago. Since then, I have applied to well over 30 jobs. Actually, I am sitting at and waiting for my next interview (#2 of all my applications… I have had better odds in Vegas). But I will discuss this further in a few more paragraphs. Of all these wonderful applications, the highest paying job has been $65K, but the average salary for the positions I am applying (and I feel I am over qualified for) is $34K per year. Keep in mind that I am coming from a job where my salary was $51K per year (give or take). So where does this bring me…

I live with my parents, have forty thousand dollars in student debt, and hopes of owning a home by the time I was 30. Yeah, I gave up on that. The cost of a one bedroom in the area is $1,000.00/month, student loan payments $600.00, utility bills $200.00, cell phone $80.00 (if you are lucky), gas $160.00 (based on my last position of a 40 mile commute each day to work), bringing the total monthly expenses to $2,040.00. My last job, before bonus, on a base pay of $39,000 per year gave me paychecks of $1,000.00. Two paychecks at that amount give me $2,000.00 a month. I have a college degree, TEN years of experience in the banking industry, and no job. Awesome right? Not to mention that it will officially cost more to live in the area of my work than I get paid and that is based on a pay scale higher than the average in the area. Now, if you ask any of my friends they will agree with me that I am not a person who thinks the government should get involved in much (since they fail at most), but there needs to be something that takes care of people in my situation (which I think includes A LOT). I have no insurance. I am going to China (a ticket I bought before being laid off) with no insurance, and no job to come home to. Maybe I should just stay there and get a job. They will have a stronger world influence soon, if not already. They will have a stronger economy… I wonder why? Maybe they are using people in their work force who have degrees, experience, and common sense. It makes me wonder about our economy. Are we a country who deserves the right to hold power? Probably not. We just eeked our way through the years f-ing every one over enough to get ahead. So here we are... A failed society, a falling economy, and the unemployment of the educated.

Some how there is a comfort in the idea that the term “Four More Years” will not be heard in the next election.

Good luck to the future, because they will need it.

My first interview was for REI… they pay $9.25 an hour.

Oh… and did I mention that my interview right now is for Starbucks? Hoping they will give me over 35 hours a week and pay me more than $8.00 an hour. At least I have a degree.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Two Subjects Which Reflect Our Society

People are mean. I am not talking about the snooty people that just make your day more annoying, I mean the stupid people that are just about the worst that should ever cross your path as the day progresses.

I went to Starbucks this morning in Monrovia. I like the Monrovia Starbucks. They are busy, but the people are always nice, they are familiar faces, and they are polite. I wish I could say the same about the customers. The customers there, with the exclusion of the select few, are completely horrible. This morning I walked in to the lovely surprise of there being no line. I did look to the left however and found myself staring at a group of people awaiting their morning rush to the lovely noise of the one barrista making drinks as fast as he could. (note: behind the registers there are two people. One who is very nice and, I suspect to be, the manager and the other this very polite young lady who is deaf, but can read lips).

It is now about two or three days later, and I continue my blog...

So there are a lot of people waiting for their drinks. Keeping in mind there is only one person making the drinks. This customer waiting for her drink yells out (yes... yells in public), "Do you have a [states her drink... don't remember the name] coming up any time soon?". Apparently I did not get the memo that the world revolves around her coffee. Then this guy walks up to her and starts in with her complaining by being cute (or what I am led to believe is supposed to be cute) and says, "They have to grow the beans first." Yeah, I thought he was just so funny too. *I am tired, but please note the heavy sarcasm in my statement*

In regards to these two people, I just don't know why they have to be so rude. It is so much that people cannot have the foresight to understand they need to allow more than 5 minutes to get their coffee in the morning. If they think they can do better, by all means... make your own coffee at home in the morning. That way my ice green tea with no sweetener and light ice will be available sooner. Not that I mind waiting, because I don't.

Second situation was this moron who ordered a drink, which came with two pumps of some flavor, from the deaf employee. He wanted the pumps placed on the top of the drink and managed to get this point across very poorly on his part. He then asked the deaf girl if she had understood what he wanted, she said "yes". He then went to the gentleman making the drinks, COVERED HIS MOUTH (so the deaf girl could not see what he was saying), and said, "I don't think she understands what I want." The barrista stated that she had punched in the order correctly and he need not worry.

Yes, he covered his mouth. When I saw this I wanted to removed the man from Starbucks myself. If I ever saw someone do something like that to one of my employees, they would not have to worry about doing it a second time. I could not believe how rude and blatantly ignorant that was. It just blew my mind that someone could be that thoughtless about how their actions could impact the emotions of anther person.

The only reason I feel compelled to write this blog is because I find it sad that people have to act this way. I make an effort, even when I am having impatient days, to be patient with people. If not for the obvious reason that we should treat everyone properly, but that it makes me proud of myself when I am able to look past my impatient tendencies and act like a grown up. Additionally, I would not mess with someone who is responsible for supplying my morning cup of coffee. That's just dangerous.

In closing, if anyone reads this... I urge and challenge you to make the effort of treating someone with kindness and patience when they (a): don't deserve kindness and (b): you find yourself with out patience. Have a great day!!!

Saturday, February 03, 2007

A Day in the Life...

So, hear is how my day (Saturday: 02.03.2007) went :

5.45am: Woke up
6.15am: Found out I had a 100.1 temperature
6.45am: Left for bike ride
6.50am: Right before getting on the freeway, realized I left cycling shoes at home
7.00am: Got cycling shoes
7.32am: AMAZINGLY arrived at Woodland Hills Recreational area
8.15am: Start riding, focus today: HILLS (this becomes important)
switching to mileage...
Mile 18, front Derailleur breaks... to fix the glitch I was forced to "fix" my chain onto the largest ring (not the gear you want for going up hill), however my rear derailleur is still 100%
Mile 37, front derailleur breaks... again... now my quick fix results in the smallest ring (thus resulting in my spinning for the next 9 miles.
Mile 46, debris is not noticed in time. Don't worry, I found it. It was a huge rock that meets my front tire sending me over the front of my bike, keeping me connected by the cleats. Don't worry, the ground broke my fall. However, my shoulder, elbow, and hip are a little road burned. Seriously... NOTHING bad AT ALL.
Mile 46 and about 6 feet (my estimate as to how far the fall took me), I decide to take a five minute break to look back my day and laugh.
**Oddly enough, the fall did break my right pedal, but caused that damn front derailleur to go into the middle ring, making the rest of my ride WAY easier to deal with**
Mile 65.7 I find myself back at my car and on my way home. Golden.

I write this email in completely good humor. This is the day I had, but I loved it! I think it is hilarious. The great thing is that my fever is gone, I am hardly sore (right now), I accomplished things I never thought I would have been able to (riding almost 20 miles uphill on my large ring), I was every one's "hero for the day", and I finished the ride. When asked why I bothered, I told one person "I don't quit."

I know this may not sound that great to anyone. I know that about 2 people are going to read this, but I am proud of myself. I wanted to quit, and I didn't. Some people may know this, but I have been dating the most amazing woman EVER for over 7 months now, and she ran the San Francisco Marathon a while back. During the marathon she called me (yes, while running) telling me that she was having a really hard time and was hurting badly. She finished the run and stayed positive through the entire thing. All I thought about during my ride was her and her actions during that run. She is amazing. She is one of my heroes. Among the others who have had similar impacts: Dad, Mom, Jen, Angie, and Micah. I find myself to be blessed with so many positive influences in my life. Thank you to these 6 people for allowing me to be a part of your life and for being such a positive part my life.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

3 Weeks, 2 Parents, and 1 Lucky Guy.

In the last three weeks I have had some exciting times. Two trips to the top side of California, no church (alright, I really would like to go to church, but work did not permit it), three birthdays to deal with, some wicked hot weather, and one heck of an experience in the works.


Three Weekends:
I spent three weekends ago in San Francisco (my new favorite west coast town) for the Nike Woman's Marathon. My lovely girlfriend became my newest hero and finished the entire run (26.2 miles) in 6 hours and 7 minutes. Not to mention she was all smiles afterwards. We were put up in the Omni hotel in the Financial District of SF. While there I realized that I am going to work in this section of the world some day. On the second to the last day we woke up at 5.45 in morning, or was it 4.45 in the morning... and started our trek to Union Square. It was there that I understood the absolute briliance of some as big as a marathon. So early, so dark, SO many runners making their way to impressing me. It was a great run, a great day, and an amazing weekend! I truly needed a vacation, and Sarah allowing me to share this with her was PERFECT!!! So, a quick "Thank you" to her!

Birthdays, birthdays, birthdays... I will be quick: Micah October 20th, Mom October 24th, Dad October 31st, Me November 5th, Shelby and Tamara November 6th, Uncle Mikey November 9th (Celebrated November 5th).

It's been hot... this you know!

Arnold Schwartzenager (sp?) is Govenor again. I say "Good" for the simple fact that Angelides (sp?) was going to revoke prop 13 (something that would not have helped my parents... and hurt them even more).

I got a wireless router for my birthday and it is quite the difficult process... but it is obviously working now.

Two Parents:
I gave my mom her birthday gift today. Finally. Her gift were my bronzed baby shoes mounted with a three level picture frame behind them. It was great and she loved it. My father on the other hand is close to "getting it" with me. He has been in like 500 times in the process of me writing this blog to let me know that he does not understand computers. Does it occur to him that he makes a valiant effort to not understand computers? I was talking to Sarah about this the other day. If he made an effort to understand what it is I tell him, I would be happy to teach, but he doesn't. He gets frustrated and starts to complain and yell at me... yes... me. It is my fault that the computer did not download, that the printer did not work, and that the virus scan is not scanning. I dare him to show me how he finds the virus protection program in that thing... seriously. He is complaining about stuff he knows nothing about. Ahhh... parents (C: You gotta luv em!

One Lucky Guy:
I mentioned earlier that my girlfriend was my hero for running the marathon. She is. It may be sappy, but you should have seen the work that she put into running it, into finishing it, and into promoting for it. She is also the more patient, kind, caring, and hard working person out there! So... I am ONE lucky guy.

Have a good night.

Scott

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Back for more?

Coming back to this blog is nothing more than visiting a reality which I hoped would exist. I wanted so badly to be able to write. To create something that would strike the feelings of others and build this emotion that would make them walk away thinking. But I cannot do that. Well, I feel I have yet to do that anyways... Nonetheless, I find myself back at this thing [what seems like] years from whence I started. Sadly enough I come to this blog only because I am stoked that the softball team I am on finally won a game! I have been on this team for, what is now, the second season and we had never won. Until tonight! The other team sucked at pitching and we took advantage of that!!! Go us right? Anywho... we won and deserved it! You should have seen my sister play! She kicked butt!!! It was awesome! I, on the other hand, got caught out three times! Nice huh?

Anywho... that is all. We won at softball. Go us. And I will see you, my trusted reader in another 9-12 months!

Thursday, March 09, 2006

E = What now?



If I only had that much hair!!!