I dropped by a career fair local to where I live in SoCal yesterday just to see what was out there for the sake of the blog.
- Prep/line cook at a Vietnamese restaurant.
I told them that I could supply cats in large numbers but I had no experience cooking them. The owner looked interested and told me to leave my name and phone number, which I did.
- Massage Therapist
A Korean massage chain was hiring. I don’t know whether it was a rub and tug job or whether they were giving actual massages. I asked the lady whether or not I would be expected to deliver happy endings. She smiled enigmatically, but didn’t answer my question. I didn’t leave my phone number.
- US Army
The Army has no employment opportunities for a sixty-year old former Naval Officer and specwar operator/pensioner who wants to get back into the game. I explained that I still had all of my own teeth. Still no go.
- Store Protection Specialist
Ross, a clothing store, are looking for someone to stop theft problems at Christmas in the barrio. They are willing to pay minimum wage for this service. I showed retired ID and asked if I had the ‘green light‘ to take out thieves. They didn’t ask for my resume. I’m sure that the person that they hire will be on par with minimum wage.
- Uber Driver
I have a valid driver’s license without restriction but don’t want drunks barfing in my personal car. I took a pass. I’d rather call for an Uber than be an Uber driver.
- Diesel Mechanic
I could qualify if I was a diesel mechanic and if I had my own tools. Unfortunately I’ve never worked on a diesel engine. I told the employer that I was willing to learn. He took a pass. I couldn’t blame him.
- Night Manager – Denny’s
Denny’s was looking for a night manager (part time/no ObamaCare) to work the graveyard shift. I happen to know that Denny’s is a rough place after drinking hours because it’s down the street from a popular biker bar. I let my Pendleton shirt slip open a bit and the grips of the Rugged Super Redhawk Alaskan show. He asked, “are you licensed to carry that?” I said that I was. He offered me $10 per hour. Generous, but I passed. He upped it to $15 without breaking a beat as I walked away.
That’s about it. There were a few more tables. Nothing in manufacturing, nobody’s hiring people to make anything. The wages are low (I don’t know what they were willing to pay a diesel mechanic), and Southern California is a very expensive place to live.
Part of making America great again requires that manufacturing begin in the USA again in a big way. I know that President Trump knows that. The problem is making it happen when everything on the shelves at Walmart, Home Depot, Lowes, etc. are made in Chinese sweat shops.
In working on the building list for the White Wolf Mine project, I went in search of kitchen and bathroom fixtures, and specified that I didn’t want anything made in China. Well, friends, they don’t exist. There are different grades of Chinese fixtures, but it all comes from China.