First, a shout-out to Fred @ seafirechronicles.com which is the only ‘normal’ blog I follow. I don’t always agree with everything Fred writes, but that is just fine, I don’t think either of us want toadying acolytes. Though I’d be happy with half as many readers as Fred has. But Fred writes more, more frequently, usually better, and has pictures.
It seems both of us have retired only to find ourselves re-hired.
Fred documents a small part of his new job to come over at https://seafirechronicles.com/2020/02/24/whores-and-mechanics/ in his usual, pithy style. And includes a witticism regarding ‘whores and mechanics’ I’d never heard. Thanks, I’ll add it to my limited vocabulary, with attribution.
But my new job… I just kind of retired from nearly a decade working as a locksmith, and really I have no complaints about my past employer, a good guy to work for, well enough paid, and a job indoors. But my time was done.
I handed in 6 months notice back in August 2019 and so I was out of work effective Valentine’s Day 2020. And happy.
But then there was an official job offer. A written letter, complete with a full and comprehensive ‘job description,’ complete with what (more or less) is expected of me. It is the first time in my life I have ever had a job with a ‘job description.’ And a written job offer.
As a machinist (my ticket really should have been machinist-fitter in the shipyard sense) someone hands you a drawing and you make whatever is depicted. Or you rebuild the ski-lift gearbox, or stuff for a brewery, or on-site repairs to plant machinery in a coffee roaster or plastic bag plant.
But no one ever wrote all that crap down.
And the closest I ever got to getting a job with a resume was walking in to P+S Engineering (Vancouver) saying I had my machinist’s ticket; the owner said come back on Wednesday. So, I come back a couple days later and the shop foreman hands me a drawing, says ‘use this material, use this machine, here is some tooling.’ At which point I spent a couple hours making a forklift steering knuckle (search duckduckgo.com and picture) for a 25,000 lb capacity forklift. As it turned out I had earned the job in the first 10 or 15 minutes, they just let me keep going.
Oh, ya, where was I going… oh, ya, new job.
So I’ve volunteered at Jericho Sailing Centre for 5 or 6 years, made ‘skipper,’ got good enough to be rated ‘instructor’ for incoming rescue team volunteers, and demonstrated a certain degree of mechanical competency.
And they offered me a job. Not a lot of hours (good) and certainly not going to get rich (fine with me, see Walt Whitman on money) but it brings a little structure to my retirement, will pay for bicycle parts (means my primary transport won’t utterly collapse under me) and gives me a bit of pocket money.
Working at Jericho will, I expect, cut in to my volunteer time but I can live with that. I’ll still volunteer for some events, but I’ll also have a little more time to go rowing and/or cycling as health and weather permit.
So, enough about me. Wishing Fred all the best in the new job.