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http://www.rescueamericanjobs.org./stories/stories/20030627_nouv.htmlTonight I’ll mop the floor in the deli. It is not really my job — it’s Gary’s. But Gary can do little with his right arm due to a devastating North Vietnamese rocket attack at an airbase outside of Saigon some 30 years ago. The attack left him severely injured, and he nearly bled to death. But military surgeons made saving the young captain’s life and his badly-mangled arm a priority. Years of physical therapy, however, have left him with little use of it. Most of the time it hangs limply at his side at an unnatural angle. His injury, in fact, is remarkably similar to that of another war veteran whom Gary admires — former Kansas Senator and presidential candidate Bob Dole.
Gary and I work the same late shift at a grocery store deli in a suburb outside of Seattle. When we’re not slicing sandwich meats or cheeses or brewing mochas for impatient customers, we clean and restock. The pace is fast — and there is always work to do. There is also a good deal of reaching and carrying that Gary has difficulty doing. During rare moments when we have time to talk to each other, we sometimes reflect about how life’s vagaries led us to this place.
I used to be a technical writer. Most of the last decade I spent ensconced in a windowless office at Microsoft’s main corporate campus, where I wrote online Help files or sections for user manuals. During my tenure there I worked as either a full-time employee or as “contingent staff,” where I was employed by a temporary employment agency rather than the company itself. In June 2001, after my last assignment on the Windows XP team, I decided to take a break after having worked several months on an exhausting release schedule. Microsoft requires members of its “contingent staff” to take 100 days off after having worked at the company for a calendar year. I felt fortunate to be able to time my break with the summer. My required “break” ended Sept. 8, a Saturday. That meant I was eligible to take another Microsoft assignment Sept. 10, 2001. The timing turned out to be monumentally bad. I have not worked as a technical writer since.
I began looking for other jobs. In little time I found that both my options and expectations tumbled into freefall. I responded to job ads for a security guard, barista, carpet cleaner, airport shuttle driver. I rarely even got an interview. Other job seekers responded to the same help wanted classifieds by the hundreds, sometimes even thousands. My unemployment benefits ran out last November, soon after Congress and the Bush administration nixed Democratic proposals to extend them. I began to pound the pavement, canvassing blocks of businesses at a time, filling out job applications. Finally, I was hired for the deli job — for $8 an hour....more... :mad:
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