So, here I am. At work, sitting in front of a molding machine containing
80 tiny rice-sized radioactive “seeds”. I’ve recently been promoted up
the line to molding. I haven’t seen a pay raise yet…it’ll probably
come in January, with my annual review.
I work for a small pharmaceutical company that makes radioactive therapy
surgical kits for patients with prostate cancer. We mold these seeds in
a pattern determined by the doctor, then load them into needles and
package them for shipment to the doctors. Its all very routine and
tedious. But its better than my last job at BAE Systems, which is a
British-owned military and weapons contractor. For BAE I was one of 500
grunts making computerized gyroscpoes for bombs and missles and
helicopters. This current job is much smaller and nobler of purpose and
not nearly as routine and tedious as twisting color-coded wires together
before running the gyro through the current-capacity buffer.
But I’m certainly nowhere near where I wanted to be when I started
college, and farther still than when I graduated! I went to college
with the vauge sense that I would work in a professional office doing
professional things and earning a decent professional wage. When I
graduated with two Bachelor degrees, I expected to find some entry level
office work or a jewelry-related job somewhere. I did not expect a job
market requiring entry-level applicants to use telephones. Telephones!
In this internet age: the age of IM, SMS, Fax Machines, and E-mail, and
no professional jobs where telephones are an OPTION?
I did not expect to find myself in a dead-end job so far removed from my
occupational and educational training. I type 50 wpm. My computer
skills are excellent. I am proefficent with both Microsoft and Apple.
My organizational and analytical skills are excellent. I have keen
attention to detail, above-average comprehension and communication
abilities, and I am a superbly quick and effeicent learner, and a
creative problem solver. I am slow at math and prone to numerical
errors, but I am not stupid at it. I prefer to work alone or in small
teams, but I am a damn good team player when needed. I require little
supervision, am very responsible, and I have a calm, even manner, and a
I strongly believe that if it weren’t for the fact that I’m deaf, I
would be starting middle management somewhere.
How the hell did I get here? Why didn’t I have better career
How the hell do I get out of here?