Saturday, June 7, 2014

Why Increasing Minimum Wage Isn't The Answer

It often seems to me that the political battles waging nowadays between the two major parties in this country are rarely as simple as right versus wrong.  There are so many subtle and delicate psychological nuances at work behind the scenes.

I’m fortunate to be in a sort of unique situation these days and able to see and understand the traditional stances of the loud, angry voices of both parties.  I come from a very traditional and conservative upbringing where rules were to be followed unquestioningly by children in order to succeed.  And yet, tolerance for those less fortunate was not only condoned but lived and demonstrated through action and donation.

Way back before this recession, when I was making-- well, let’s just say substantially more than minimum wage, and leave it at that-- I rarely gave the minimum wage more than a passing thought.  Pre-recession I was truly blessed in the sense of wages and benefits.  I was very busy and didn’t have a lot of spare energy to do anything other than struggling to and from work and doing the other things in my life that needed doing.

The past 6 years have taught me a completely different mindset.  I’m now in that world where minimum wage plus a certain guaranteed number of hours per work can mean the difference between the bills getting paid and not.

During the first 7 months of 2013, I had an opportunity to earn that golden number that they always throw around during those minimum wage debates-- $15 an hour – working 35 hours a week.  There were no benefits, but coming from $0 income guaranteed, it certainly seemed like a Godsend until I could no longer stand the boss’s insults and erratic behavior.  And then I quit and thanked God for my freedom.

It was during the time I was working this job that people started saying that the US minimum wage should be $15 an hour.  And I was like, what?  I’m handling delicate human situations with confidentiality and mastering numerous cloud applications to bill insurance companies on the world’s oldest Dell computer, and I’m going to be making minimum wage?  Yeah, right.

This same opinion has come forth from other people I know, mostly women my age or older who have gotten knocked by the struggling economy into jobs that previously would have been way beneath them, and they’re struggling to keep those jobs and grateful for them.

I would most certainly not complain about a $15 per hour job now, assuming I was guaranteed at least 30 hours a week and didn’t have to miss a lot of work without pay due to some horrible debilitating health issue.  Doing the math would indicate a yearly income of about $22,500 before taxes under such a job, and yes, I could live on that.  

There are plenty of people out there now who have worked their way up to that $15 per hour over years of either life experience or job training who would justifiedly balk at suddenly making “minimum wage.”  And what would happen to them and their jobs?  Well, they could try to ask for a raise, but in this economy, frankly, it’s too easy for the boss to say “I know lots of people who would be happy for this money” and fire the asking employee after finding one of those people.

Let’s consider another angle on the same situation.  A teenager is nearing graduation from high school, and she has a really good part-time job making more than minimum wage already.  Her employer has offered her a promotion, but it would mean she can’t attend college full-time—something her parents strongly want her to do.  But college is expensive and scary.  Life has no guarantees.  So should she take the money now, or borrow the money to struggle through college for the hope of more money in four years?  Why not keep doing what she’s doing?

(I must note that this particular scenario was an actual situation from my own life back in the dark ages, by the way.  My parents, who thought I was just short of Einstein in mental ability, would not hear of my staying on as a secretary at the real estate firm over getting a four-year degree, and frankly, my boss was rooting for me to go to college and succeed, too.)

Imagine how much more tempting the promotion in place would be for a child from a truly poor family, perhaps less gifted in the IQ department, who was already helping support that family with her income. Then you’ll begin to understand why many people in this country never exceed minimum wage by very much.  

Now I’m really getting closer to the psychology of low wages, and what I originally set out to explain in this blog entry.  When a person can make a living wage by flipping burgers under the golden arches, why aspire to anything better?

And as far as those nice jobs with full benefits go, corporations are getting bigger and greedier, and if you mandate a higher minimum wage on them, they’ll simply cut jobs to equalize their expense.  The last large company for which I worked tried to squeeze more and more work out of fewer and fewer employees until we were screaming “uncle!” And this was before they ultimately decided to end my personal career as a mainframe programmer with overseas outsourcing.

Small businesses are already struggling to compete with the big conglomerate chains.  The proportionate burden of taxes and payroll and legal requirements on a small business owner, especially an honest one, often drives these owners to throw up their hands in despair and shutter their businesses forever.  And yes, I’ve been there and done that, too.

One small business owner with whom I interviewed for a clerical position recently was very frank with me about his inability to provide decent pay or benefits, or even many hours, for a temporary position that was to fill in while his regular clerk attended college so she could keep her job.  We parted agreeing amicably that his job was not for me.  Ironically, it turned out that he and I had graduated from high school the same year.

In this increasingly competitive world, where there simply aren’t enough resources for everyone to have everything they want (at least for most of us), only a select few of those in the lower income brackets will ever really rise into the ranks of the wealthy.  And on their part, that will require a lot of very hard work, a great deal of self-confidence and perseverance in spite of many obstacles, and more than a little bit of luck.

The answer is therefore not to increase, by law, the pay for the poorest among us.  Those poorest either believe they deserve to be there and settle for the status quo, or they aspire for something better and are working very hard towards it while keeping the bills paid.  It’s that second group that will eventually succeed, and it won’t be thanks to any mandated handouts.  Let them have the pride of knowing they made it on their own terms.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

3 Is A Magic Number

I just came back from a walk around the block.  Well, actually, three of them.  If my neighbors didn't think I was crazy before this, they certainly do now.

It's only 0.6 miles around the block here, which is one-half my long route of 1.2, which is 0.1 miles less than my former FL long route of 1.3 CircumVerona (as I used to call it).  But 3 of them puts me at 1.8, which is half a mile longer than around the old Avon Park Lake.  Yes, I'm bragging - or just babbling out of guilt for not doing more walking during the week.

I'm always thrilled when Stu opts to join me and both dogs for a walk.  Sadly, he can't do a whole lot more than the short route these days, since his knees are giving him a lot of pain.  But what he can do, he enjoys doing with his little family.

So, lap #1 around the block was Stu trying to control Tango and me walking Jack easily.  Controlling Tango is no simple task since he is 53 pounds (and still growing) of exuberant puppy with amazingly keen senses.  But he is making great progress, since his retriever part is very eager to please and obey.  The hound part sometimes takes over and provides the challenge for his aging parents (us).

Lap #2 around the block was Tango and me alone.  This is a challenge and a discipline for both of us, but worth undertaking since Tango is "my" dog and I want him to obey me as well as he obeys Stu.  With my natural frenetic energy and difficulty editing my verbal stream of consciousness, Tango probably prefers Stu's energy to mine, but tough.  We're both learning.

Lap #3 around the block was out of fairness to Jack, and was blissfully calm with Jack and me alone.  We encountered a neighbor we've met before with two small dogs on leashes:  one gregarious beagle mix and another, shyer small breed mix.  We visited briefly, the five of us.  Tango would have trampled both little dogs in his exuberance, but Jack was his usual gentle, calm self.  That was nice.

Today marks an anniversary for me.  Three months ago today I started this job.  Technically, I'm out of probation (although I won't be asking for any raises just yet).  This is the longest I have held a paying job since 2008, so I'm happy to celebrate.

My celebration was 1.8 miles of around the block with a few of my favorite beings.  I did one lap for each month of work, then proudly proclaimed to Stu "I think that's enough" on my return.  He agreed.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

"Jumping The Shark"

There comes a time when many great things become victims of their own success.  This is partly because the PEOPLE behind the great things start believing that they really are just too good for the rest of us.

The saying "Jumping The Shark" comes to mind because it's one that Stu and I often use to describe something that's just crossed over from being "bent" to being "broken".  I believe the original saying had to do with the sitcom "Happy Days" when there was some sort of silly stunt that Fonzie did related to a boat and water skis and a shark.

"Happy Days" was supposed to be about the 1950's, but I'm sure that anyone who actually grew up during that era, assuming they had time to be watching TV then as opposed to raising children, would spot a few things very wrong.  I had a similar situation myself watching "The Wonder Years" which was supposed to be set in the 1970's and actually aired when I SHOULD have been busy raising children.

What is it with things that are trying to be something they are not and never have been?  How about the ostentatious sign pictured above?  Is this appropriate for an abandoned shopping mall that was once "The Great Northwest; the biggest and the best?" I am quoting, from memory, a radio jingle from sometime in my youth, but God only knows what year.  I could actually sing it for you, but not in a blog.

Anyone who spent any time there during the 1990's was probably alarmed by the presence of obvious gangs with their trademark red or blue colored clothing and do-rags (I don't even know how to spell that, I'll admit, that's how naive I sometimes am).

Now, it's this big abandoned once-great shopping mall trying to be something else.  The only thing that appears to have changed there since August is this huge sign.  Someone is trying to get rich off of it, and they figured why not start with the sign.  Good luck with that, my friends.  You have zero control over the surrounding demographic, of which, ironically, I am currently a part.  This behemoth is just minutes from my beautiful new home.

I don't understand this, and I'm not going to try.  I just need to remember who and what I am in the here and now.  At this exact moment, I am getting a decent paycheck but no benefits from a good friend who is a small business owner in dire need of getting her assistant position defined properly and documented.

But until I can gain control and help her in the long term, I need to be quiet and not unintentionally get in her way.  I need to show up and answer her telephone and greet her customers from 9:00 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. Monday through Friday and try not to get sucked into the madness myself.

You see, she is a strong lady who has always run her own small business.  At the moment, she is struggling to keep her mind and family intact, thanks in part to some large companies who are literally in the business of screwing her over.

I get it, and that's what makes me valuable to her as a friend more than an hourly employee 35 hours a week.  We'll see how long this friendship and work relationship lasts.  For right now, we're both OK with it being temporary.

But the one thing I will try very hard NOT do is "Jump The Shark" and desire to have her life or business.  I need to be OK with the here and now.  Because, let's face it - this very life is temporary.  And I am already beyond blessed in so very many ways that my boss/friend is not.

And that's how I became Rose the Temp from 9-4 M-F.  I'll greet you pleasantly, I'll talk to you on the phone, I'll take your payments.  I won't engage with you because I simply can't.  I'm playing my role and nothing more, and therefore doing it well.

Friday, January 18, 2013

*Formerly Middle Class (FMC)

I just listened to bits and pieces of what sounded like a very interesting radio show on KTRS 550 AM on my way to the library and back.  The topic of the show was the cost of health care and health insurance and who is paying the bill.

This argument will continue to rage with a lot of angry energy spent on the parts of many people of many socioeconomic classes.  The closing words of the show seemed to indicate that "the middle class" was having to pay for those others known as "the poor".

What interests me lies below the surface, partly because of my unusual perspective on this situation.

First of all, I don't necessarily agree with how the United States of America defines "the poor".  But I'm not anxious to change that right away, because at this moment my very life may depend on my staying as part of that labeled group, at least temporarily.

Secondly, how many of "the poor" as currently defined got that way as a direct or indirect result of corporate greed which is running rampant in this country?  (And no, I'm not discounting stupid investments or failure to see obvious red flags, which are the major part of my recent financial history.)

The poor are totally invisible to those who are busy working day jobs, and I don't blame them.  It works well for me, as I can run to the library in my dirty car and dressed like a homeless person (long story) and not have to speak to a soul.

But I would love someone to do a statistical study on the current poor in this country, as opposed to the poor in this country 10 or 20 years ago.  I really want to know:  how many of "the poor" are like me?

Yeah, I realize it's not all about me.  But I still want to know.  I bet others do, too.

The message I keep hearing is that somehow everyone in this world needs to stop all the yelling and listen to each other and be willing to work together on a solution that is going to involve compromise for us all.  THERE IS NO QUICK FIX.

Middle class is shrinking rapidly in this country, as it has done in many other once-great countries.  Is anyone paying attention to that fact?  Or are we all (myself included most likely) so caught up in our own drama and troubles that we just totally fail to see it?

If anyone wants to offer to shut me up by giving me a full-time job, I'm still listening.

Sincerely,
MaryRose Cassell, FMC*

(I like that better than The Dropouts.  What do you all think?)


Saturday, January 12, 2013

I'm Listening

There are many lessons in every single day.

My current illness is a lesson in patience.

My most recent botched job interview is a lesson in humility, and perhaps in career choice.

The honor of being trusted by a professional to perform temporary work for her is a lesson in my personal value.

I know there are many lessons out there for me that I'm not learning correctly yet, because I still need a steady income to support myself and my husband.

But I'm still listening.  Bring me the message.  I'll try to be patient.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

I Procrastinate Because...



  • I'm afraid of it
  • I hate it
  • I'm angry about what's behind it


How about you?  Admitting it is a step towards fixing it.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Public Radio is Classic (I Love It!)

I know it's been around for years and years -- but honestly, it has been years since I have even had access to it for free via an old-fashioned AM/FM radio.

National Public Radio is the greatest thing since sliced bread!

Oh dear, I did just show my chrono-age, didn't I?  LOL

I just discovered today that St. Louis Public Radio 90.7 has apparently picked up the Saturday noon feed of the Metropolitan Opera broadcasts, formerly aired by the late Classic 99 (99.1 FM), which I occasionally still mourn.

I'm not a fan of opera, although maybe I should try to acquire the taste-- for SongPop purposes, if nothing else.  But my late and great-in-her-own-way mother, Alice Elizabeth Hurford Lucas, was an opera fan.

I can remember Saturdays she would have KFUO-FM radio blaring in the kitchen while she did some chore, with that awful screeching in some foreign language.  I was a child and didn't know any better, but that was my perception then.

I'm not sure if I avoided the kitchen to avoid being forced to help with some awful chore like silver polishing, or because the music was just way too loud... or maybe I just didn't think Mom was in her "happy place" -- if she had one.  Who knows?

In December of 2012, with Mom having died in June of 1998, I could only guess that she acquired her love of opera while she was working in "sh-caw-go" for a period of time, living away from her childhood home and loving it.

For me, I'm just glad that I now have one less reason to dislike the new Christian station at 99.1, which one of my favorite Realtors has said that she finds quite enjoyable.