Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Heroes Get Nothing

So you're sitting at a bar talking to a friend and you incautiously express the opinion that the New York City Fire Department is a pain the ass. Their sirens are too loud, the main thing they do is fine people for storing stuff in exit stairways and evict people living in commercial buildings. And, incidentally, it is far more dangerous to be a construction worker, delivery driver or garbage collector.

Should have kept your voice down.

Next thing you know you and your friend are surrounded by a screaming, drunk, steroid inflated, crew of heroes getting very loud and repeatedly violating your personal space. There are three at first and then four more come up to "show support." The band of New York's bravest are so close your face is getting moist with foul smelling spray saliva. They are informing you that you're a punk, a pussy, a piece of sh-t.

The bar owner who has a nose for when things are about to get out of hand decides to call the cops even though the first rule of bar ownership is never call the cops.

He might have mentioned intoxicated firemen, because three cops arrive in record time. They start calming the furious firefighters and getting between them and you and your friend. One of the largest heroes keeps craning his neck to look at you over the shoulder of the cop that's restraining him to say things like "you're fu*kin' lucky punk, I would have broke your fu*kin' neck for you!"

Eventually, the heroes decide to leave as a group after draining some complimentary beers.

On his way out, satisfied that things are under control, the head cop turns to the bar owner and says "You know what? I should really arrest these two jerk-offs, (referring to you and your terrified friend) those guys risk their lives every day and what do they get? Nothing!"

Hmmm...The heroes get Nothing?

Well, not exactly. While it is no doubt rougher for beginning heroes, the average salary in the NYFD last year was $94,571.00...not counting fringe benefits. The value of those benefits like family health insurance, paid sick leave etc. comes to $33,793.00 per hero. At least if the 2010 New York City budget is to be believed.

Additionally, after 20 years of heroism, they can retire at 50% of their last year's pay. And if they have disabilities which 72% of them manage to have, they retire at 75% -tax free. Interestingly most of those those disabled heroes are just able to work a significant amount of overtime on their final year despite their worsening disabilities.

That last burst of heroism pays off, according to this year's official reckoning the taxpayers of New York City paid $58,841.90 in pension commitments to retired firemen for every firefighter still on the job. The most of any group of City employees.


Monday, September 6, 2010

WORRIERS UNITE! Opportunities are not being acted upon, Details overlooked!

Labor Day: a time reflect on the state of Labor in America.

Atypically, at barbecues nationwide, Labor (or the lack of a demand for it) is actually a topic of conversation today.

If you have a job you’re supposed to feel lucky, no matter how boring, obnoxious and poorly compensated it is. If you like your job that means it is probably a very desirable job, so relaxing long enough to down a few hot dogs amongst friends is kind of a bad idea. If you’re wasting time reading this blog, you should perhaps realize you’re undermining yourself.

Why read someone else's opinion when you should be writing your own job-related blog right now, or at least tweeting. Optimally, you might research the people you’re likely to meet at any gatherings you’re going to. There’s never a bad time to network or develop clients. Approaching complete strangers with a thorough knowledge of their back round, interests and current professional activities can really give you an edge in terms of breaking the ice.

If you insist on clinging to the antiquated idea of relaxation for it’s own sake, it's probably a bad idea to kick back with the paper; some of the articles are likely to mention people who have lost good jobs, because they didn’t leverage their free-time, and use social engagements as a chance to mine new contacts.

Labor day is depressing. Reading about and reflecting on the current state of labor leads mostly to the conclusion that the jobs available now are either mind-numbing, repetitive and poorly compensated or a hectic, sleazy, tedious, scrabble to stay employed.