How did you get your job?

Submitted ⁨⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago⁩ by ⁨Flagstaff@programming.dev⁩ to ⁨[deleted]⁩

Someone had asked this elsewhere but then deleted their own post and I don’t know why! I was meaning to come back to it and read it, so rest assured that I won’t delete this one as there were some really interesting stories of unconventional ways people landed their work.

As for me, I cold-pitched myself via Google Maps and other searches as an available substitute to those in my skilled trade (upon moving to a different region) in basically a 50-mile radius, and eventually word of my availability reached a large, overarching institution that connected me with an organization that had a full-time opening. It took me probably 4-5 months from the move to the job offer.

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AFKBRBChocolate@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
Old guy checking in. I was a computer science major, graduating in 1985. My goal at the time was to go into computer animation (note that Toy story, the first full length computer animated movie, wasn’t released until ten years later). But there was a big computer animated project that was canceled or tabled just before my last semester, so the market was flooded with out of work animators and I decided I’d better do something different. I was getting married, and I needed a job.

I had good grades, but I didn’t think there was much that made my resume stand out from my classmates, each of whom was making 100+ copies of theirs and applying to every software job they could find. So instead, I asked everyone I knew if they knew anyone who worked at a place that hired software people, and asked if they could get me a name of a hiring manager. I got seven or eight of those, and I sent each of them a letter with my resume, mentioning who pointed me their direction. Out of that I got three interviews and two job offers. My first job ended up being writing control software for the space shuttle main engines, and I stayed at the company almost 40 years. I just retired in January.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  So you worked at NASA? Either way, that sounds so cool!
  
  asked if they could get me a name of a hiring manager
  
  Nothing beats going personal!
  
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  - AFKBRBChocolate@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
    No, a NASA and DOD contractor. Worked on some neat stuff over the years, including the electrical power system for the space station. I ended up managing the software engineering group, and really liked that - very smart people.
    
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Mediocre_Bard@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
I did a phone interview at 11 am and told them I needed a determination by 3 pm. They hired me at 1 pm. I don’t know why I did that, and I don’t know why it worked, but here I am.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  
  I don’t know why I did that
  
  It could have potentially put pressure on them versus imaginary competition, haha, though perhaps they desperately needed to hire anyway.
  
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Treczoks@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
I got recommended by someone already working in the company. In the interview I admitted that I had not heard about the software I was supposed to work with, but was sure I could deal with it.

I dealt with it successfully, and will have my 30th anniversary working in that company in a few weeks.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨8⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
  Congrats. Good employers value honesty and adaptability!
  
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adespoton@lemmy.ca ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
After 8 months of filling out job applications and going to first, second and third interviews (even ones where they flew me in), only to be told I was one of two finalists for the position or that the position had been cancelled, I cold pitched myself via LinkedIn to the people in the department of a company I wanted to work in. THEN I filled out a job application. Did this at three separate places and they all had offers for me within a week of each other, and I took the one I liked the best.

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- Rhynoplaz@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  That’s awesome! I’m glad that worked out for you! The whole process is so frustrating.
  
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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  Inspiring. Nothing beats personal touch.
  
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TheFANUM@lemmy.world ⁨14⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
Started company, hired myself, hired others to replace myself, retired in my 30’s (I’m not rich, I just don’t have to work much or at all if I don’t want to).

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philpo@feddit.org ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
Well, I got fired from a very stupid company (who would have guessed that healthcare companies needs more assistance instead of less during COVID? Not them.) when COVID hit.

Started my own company from the severance,so basically I hired myself and created my own job…and a few more.

Couldn’t be happier.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
  Interesting! Kudos to you for taking such a step. Is it in the same field?
  
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  - philpo@feddit.org ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
    Yes and no. Old job was more IT and process related, nowadays I work more in disaster planning , public health policy and process planning in healthcare, spiced up with a bit of medical intelligence.
    
    Basically hospitals, large companies and government bodies are legally required to have plans for major incidents (from “hey,there has been a train collision, you get 30 severely injured in 20min” to “shit,we lost all power” or “IT outtake”) - we do the planning and training, including life exercises for you. You want to update your healthcare system/the placement of your prehospital resources(ambulances, etc.) as a state or government body? We do that that for you.
    
    You need to know which hospital in a random African country is the right one for a tourist with a sudden rare disease or your insurance wants to know how safe it is to send on of your staff members someone right into the current emerging disease hotspot? We do that for you.
    
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MaleWalrus@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
I applied, no college or advanced training necessary. I work as a Cadre (soft drill instructor) at a military academy for at risk teens 16-18 years old. The kids live on campus and have school on campus. They do push ups, formations and yes sir no sir. In 6 months they get their high school diploma and are encouraged to go into either education, enlistment military, or employment. We prepare them and do deep, realistic dives into their goals and dreams.

Minimum to be a cadre all you have to do is have a clean back ground and apply. To be a good cadre you have to genuinely care for the cadets and be willing to hold them to the standard even if it’s something ridiculous seeming. We look for hard workers who are not afraid to tell a angry cadet he must perform 30 push ups for speaking out of turn.

I love this job, I’m good at it, I’m creating a new generation of cadre who are also good and in turn we are creating the next generation of citizens.

Our pay is ok for the area though I’d argue we’re still lower middle class for our state. Our job offers 3 days off (40 hour weeks), free meals (eat what kids eat) and during the day we get time to relax while the cadets are in class.

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dependencyinjection@discuss.tchncs.de ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
It’s a long story so I will try and bullet point it as I don’t have a lot of time to answer.

Mid to late thirties and I’m thinking I’m a failure at life. Think I have ADHD but never diagnosed. Had 50+ jobs to this point and I always quit or lose them for poor attendance etc, mix in a little fraud to supplement wages.

Apply to an insurance company and begin training. Someone I had screwed over (I am a better person now) reported me to management and they fired me.

decided to apply to Apple as a Christmas temp and get hired for 3 months.

excel at being faux extrovert and apply for Genius Bar as a Technical Specialist. Get hired.

Begin work at the Genius Bar where I thrive cause being a fake extrovert actually makes you happier at times, but you leave work drained.

Realise we have healthcare and seek an ADHD diagnosis, which I got.

surrounded by talented people and infinite support from management I decide to do a software development bootcamp.

excel at coding as I had always been interested and I am even at a higher level than the teacher and they’re blown away by my projects.

suck at interviews and so do another bootcamp, 😔, as this one also get you interviews.

excel at this bootcamp too and still suck at interviews.

must have gone for 30 jobs and didn’t get any.

start to feel down but finally get hired to a small company.

life really isn’t any greener over here and I still struggle to maintain happiness.

company I work for is excellent. All about work life balance and the work is secondary to us.

been 18 months. Got a pay rise after 1 year. Then 6 months later we all get a pay rise again and a reduction in hours.

we only work 33 hours a week now with 21 days holiday which goes up one day each year until you’re at 25 days.

don’t have to lie about why I am sick. If not having a good mental health day then I tell them and I am not expected to work.
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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨9⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
  That sounds like a solid company you’re at! Glad you found it. What do you do there?
  
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  - dependencyinjection@discuss.tchncs.de ⁨6⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
    Thanks. They really are.
    
    I’m a software developer with 4 others and two owners who also code most of the time.
    
    We are consultants so we get approached my clients exclusively via word of mouth. They treat the clients just as fair as they treat us so we get lots of repeat work and recommendations. Quite a large local authority too which is nice.
    
    We can be making a whole host of different applications which I don’t want to disclose here in case that isn’t something I am allowed to discuss. Basically though if you could think of a system for a business then we could make it.
    
    Not that I am the smartest person but one of the owners is the smartest person I’ve ever met and I don’t believe there is anything they couldn’t build.
    
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vvilld@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
I’ve been with the same company for 17 years. I dropped out of college right before the Great Recession started. I had no prospects or ambition other than paying rent and keeping by stomach full. My dad sent me an ad from the classified section of the paper (actual physical print paper) for an electrician job.

I was impressed initially that the company did not lay off a single worker through the entire Great Recession. In fact, they promised every employee your full 40 hours every week regardless if they had enough work for it. There were months on end I was just sitting in the company office waiting for them to get more work, but at least I was getting paid 8 hours each day. They also paid for me to go to school for my electrical license and offered pretty good insurance.

I started as an entry level pre-apprentice, worked my way through the apprenticeship program and got my journeyman electrical license. I was a foreman for about 9 years before they promoted me into the office as a Project Manager.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
  Now that’s an excellent workplace!
  
  entry level pre-apprentice
  
  Doss that mean you had no experience with the topic at the time of hiring?
  
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  - vvilld@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
    
    Doss that mean you had no experience with the topic at the time of hiring?
    
    Yes
    
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kraftpudding@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
I (late 20ies, then mid 20ies), after a failed degree and multiple stints in a local psych ward, just did the most boomer thing possible, walked into a shop at the local mall and asked.

I only wanted to work 10 hours a week at first, but the manager misunderstood and submitted me for 20, I was too nervous to correct her.

The trial day apparently went well, they sent me home after 2 hours instead of 6 because they were sure they wanted me. Didn’t tell me that tho, so when she sent me home after 2 hours, I cried the 4 remaining hours feeling worthless.

The next day they called. I accepted, I worked really hard. 3 months later the temporary manager was moved somewhere else and for some reason they made me manager. That was two years ago.

Some days I love it. Some days I hate it. But I never expected it to work out like that. I know I can’t do this forever, but it’s good for now.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
  That is frankly really cool! Hopefully this mall isn’t too far of a drive from you. What kind of store is it, out of curiosity? I’m sure you learned a lot from being in a management role, which is great as that could carry over to all sorts of other areas.
  
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pzzzt@lemmy.world ⁨1⁩ ⁨day⁩ ago
I started volunteering at my library and was hired when they opened up 2 new page positions.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨18⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
  Excellent! Yes, I’ve always thought loyal volunteers would be among the first considered for paid positions at the places where they offer their time. How’s it been?
  
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  - pzzzt@lemmy.world ⁨17⁩ ⁨hours⁩ ago
    Great! I never got an MLIS, but I have a position as a fulltime Library Assistant and I’ve been worrying in the library world for 15 years now.
    
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southsamurai@sh.itjust.works ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
Well, my first real job, meaning not a temporary thing in fast food with plans to GTFO ASAP, was as a nurse’s assistant.

My high soul school had a class for health care work prep. I had the goal then of being an RN. So I figured some of the basics might be nice ahead of time. Medical terminology, chances to have professionals in various branches of healthcare do talks, etc.

The last year, the program allowed you to take the state test to be an NA, and if you passed at over 95%, you could get the certification no matter your age. It involved also doing clinicals, at a wide range of facilities. One of the facilities was a nursing home, and it turned out that not only was I physically right for carrying patients, but I had a knack for helping the worst off patients cope with being helped. A lot of dementia patients can’t process what’s going on at all.

For whatever reason, I could kinda slip through their confusion and talk to them, and they’d be less combative, or more able to cooperate with what was going on. By the time clinicals at that facility was over, the director of nursing had contacted the instructor and I had a job waiting as soon as the state processed everything. So that’s what I did for the next twenty years as my main job, though I left that facility, and eventually all facility work within three years. I did go back to school for my RN, and life interfered. Then I went back for my bachelor’s in psychology, and that ended before I could finish.

But, as you may or may not know, nurse’s assistants get paid shit. And not just the literal shit we have to clean up, the pay rate is horrible.

So I had side gigs.

My most stable side gig was working as a bouncer, which led to security work in other ways.

I mostly worked for two guys. They each owned multiple bars. One guy had mostly LGBTQ focused bars, oxidizing including the drag club that was my main and favorite place to work of his. The other guy ran mostly strip clubs, which was not as much fun as you’d think, but I still enjoyed as a bouncer.

Anyway, the first guy was the one that got me into bouncing. My best friend is gay, and by the time I was old enough to get into bars and clubs, so were almost all of my friends. I just like the community. But we were at the club for a drag show. It may help to know that back in high school I had started power lifting, and had been picking up 400lb people out of showers for a good while at this point. I was a big ol boy lol.

So, you know how weekend drag shows can get. Everyone and their sister crowded in, trying to dance, get laid, and enjoy the show. Spats happen.

Well, one of them started getting bad. The staff was trying to get in and break it up, but it was wall to wall people.

One of the more inebriated patrons took it from just screaming and shoving into serious territory, grabbing a bottle and starting to swing with it.

I picked him up and shook him a little. He dropped the bottle and started crying and hugging me. So, since me doing that had kinda stopped the show and the crowd was now watching us I carried the dude over my shoulder to the bar and sat him down, while the bouncers on staff (one of whom later on saved my life a few times) made their way to us.

The owner was there that night, and saw it go down. Had the head of security ask me to come into his office. He gave me a blast of hell for risking my neck, and then offered me a job lol. I would work weekends here and there, some weeknights.

The other guy and him were friends since they didn’t really compete much, and I got introduced that way, and would work for either of them as needed for the rest of the nineties and into the naughties.

Between them, I also ended up doing some low grade security work too. Mostly escorting bar owners to make deposits at the end of the night, or being visible muscle when interacting with unfamiliar fellow business owners. Which had its benefits. I got a chance to talk to some interesting people that way, since once everyone was chill, the muscle tended to be superfluous, and just sit around drinking coffee, bullshitting. I got offered a job doing celebrity work, but didn’t want to travel like that. Closest I came to that was taking a few trips to other cities with some of the better known Queens that weren’t as friendly to the community.

Anyway, I pretty much fell into both jobs unintentionally. They weren’t the only jobs I did, but they were the consistent ones, and the ones that I miss.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  
  It may help to know that back in high school I had started power lifting, and had been picking up 400lb people out of showers for a good while at this point. I was a big ol boy lol.
  
  Wow, that’s quite the detail. I now think those dementia patients had cooperated simply because of your size, haha. You have such a colorful history!
  
  one of whom later on saved my life a few times
  
  I’m kinda morbidly curious about these…
  
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  - southsamurai@sh.itjust.works ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
    Oh hell
    
    That one was the Bulldog. She’s still a good friend.
    
    Short little thing, about 5’6". Cute too, and hates being reminded she is. She’s a few years younger than me, and had been working on fake id, but that’s a whole nuther kettle of fish
    
    She was, and is, fairly butch, if that means anything to you. So her head comes up to about my nipple line, and my arm was bigger than her leg, and she wasn’t the most petite little thing, she worked hard and exercised.
    
    But the first thing she said to me when I came out of the office was that if I ever picked her up like that, she’d feed me my balls on a stick.
    
    That’s the Bulldog.
    
    So, this is a drag club in the south in the nineties. Regular gay bars caught hell, but a drag club near a main road, with neon lights and parking lot full of some of the brightest flames it has been my privilege to see? It was a target for every cretin, redneck, and bigot for a hundred miles around the city.
    
    So we’d end up having run-ins with gay bashers or at least assholes trying to act tough almost every shift during decent weather.
    
    More than once, she would kneecap some fuckwit coming at me from behind, or when I was tangling with someone and couldn’t get loose. She was also known for tackling and choking the hell out of assholes, even when they’d just stand up with her hanging on their back; hence the nickname.
    
    So, there were knives that didn’t get me, ball bats that never got swung because she had my back in every sense, and vice versa.
    
    But the big one? Fuck me, it was bad.
    
    A seriously crazy fucker went after one of my favorite patrons, this skinny, sweet little twink with nothing but love and hugs for anyone that would give him half a chance. But the kid was off property, halfway down the block, and we weren’t supposed to go that far.
    
    Me, bulldog, and Kerry were on the lot and door that night. Kerry is a tall, lean but athletic ex marine and drag queen. He actually haunts lemmy to, so he might chime in. But when I took off running when I saw the crazy asshole come out from a shadow and hit the kid, Kerry starts cussing, but it was Bulldog that was right behind me first. Kerry was smarter, and stepped inside to call for help, and tell the inside staff to call the cops.
    
    Cops always took their damn time showing up there.
    
    Anyway, me and bulldog are running hard, seeing this kid on the ground, getting beat and kicked.
    
    The nutjob grabs some junk from the lot he stepped out of, some rebar with concrete on it and pulls back to bash that kid’s head in.
    
    I get there, thank the gods of speed for making my big ass run fast enough, before he can do it, and we go at it. I’m swinging wild, because this was back before I got serious about martial arts. I’d done some wrestling and a tiny bit of boxing, but never dedicated.
    
    The nutter was fast, and hyped up on something. I was always slower. I got a few in before he caught me and I took a knee. He was cueing up for my skull when the Bulldog comes in growling, literally, and goes at him.
    
    He swings with the rebar and smashes her in the face, and she goes down hard. It was fucking meaty sounding. I can see blood, so I fucked up and moved to her, and the crazy gets me in the back with the improvised club.
    
    If Kerry hadn’t been busting ass, I’d have been dead because I couldn’t breathe
    
    Kerry comes in and puts a boot upside the guy’s head, then steps back between all of us and him.
    
    But the guy is lit up by whatever it was. He’s trying to get at us, and Kerry is having trouble because damn. Three people down, and Kerry ain’t budging, but you can’t cover everything like that.
    
    So the dude slips by and tries to kill the kid again, after having feinted at me.
    
    Kerry bumps him off target, and I get up.
    
    That’s when it got ugly. I kinda lost my shit. Picked the guy up, slammed him and just went off. I don’t even know what I was saying, or even thinking, but Kerry tried to pull me off and couldn’t.
    
    But Bulldog? She pulls herself up, comes over to me and gets in my way. Grabs my arm and stops me hitting the crazy guy again. She’s dripping blood, broken nose, plus other fractures that weren’t visible. But she was the one that put herself in the way and kept me from killing the guy. She did that half blind from swelling, concussed, and bloody.
    
    She still has scars from that. Outside for sure, but inside too.
    
    Saved my life two different ways in one night.
    
    Worst fight I was ever in. Well, against a human.
    
    But, yeah, her and Kerry kept my ass alive for sure. There were other nights I kept them safe too. That’s just how we did it.
    
    At that time? She wasn’t even legal to enter the bar. That’s the night I found out she was using fake info, but that’s not really important. But we were young. The “kid” was around the same age as me, and I couldn’t buy a drink at the places I bounced yet.
    
    It was a fucking crazy night. But our boss? That dude paid every hospital bill, not just for us, but for the kid too. I missed work at my regular job, and he just paid me like I was working full time for him. Told me I was an idiot, and not to do that to him again. But he hired on extra security so we could walk patrons to their cars when they couldn’t park on site.
    
    The crazy dude did serious time, attempted murder, multiple counts.
    
    Now, I gotta be honest here. I’ve told this story a few times between reddit and lemmy. Kerry tells me that none of them are fully accurate. That I keep getting things mixed up in the order they happened and such. I know that when I remember it, there’s a lot of blurry edges, and stuff comes to mind scattered. It’s flashes of stuff that was terrifying and I was flooded with adrenaline, fear, and anger, so it’s hard to be confident in the details.
    
    I’m certain about Bulldog’s face, because it made me cry to see her like that. I know for sure that the kid was in a bad way, and almost died on the way to the hospital. I can remember his face too, when I rolled him over before the first ambulance got there. And I know I was fucking hurting lol. My back, my hands, my knees, my face, alllll beat up lol. It took me a few days to walk upright and not hobble.
    
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HobbitFoot@thelemmy.club ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
Boss left the company we both worked at. About nine months later, I hated my new boss and wanted to quit; he offered me a job.

I’ve risen through the ranks since then.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  That is one awesome boss you’ve got!!
  
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  - HobbitFoot@thelemmy.club ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
    He was a good boss, but it is likely that I could have done this at any other company.
    
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Zarxrax@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
Graduated around 2008 as the economy was crashing, and struggled to find anything. Eventually got hired at a call center for a large company (about a year after I had applied for it). After a few years of that I was able to transfer into a different department where I didn’t have to deal with customers directly, then kept getting promoted to different positions until I found one I was really comfortable in.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  Cool! What role is that now?
  
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  - Zarxrax@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
    I’m kind of in between the business and tech. I make sure some of our internal software is running correctly and I run SQL queries and stuff to look for problems in our data. I can help create stories to pass to IT for them to develop fixes for issues or for new functionality in our software.
    
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Fondots@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
I’m a 911 dispatcher, basically every dispatch center in the country is always hiring. There’s a lot of turnover, obviously it’s not a job everyone is cut out for and people get burned out, but also people use it as a stepping stone or career builder to move onto other things, a couple of my coworkers want to be cops and this looks good on that application, one went to work for FEMA, a couple have gone to be the dispatchers at local stations, people get promoted or transfer to other county positions (my agency is part of our county department of public safety, in some areas it might be part of your sheriff’s department, local PD, etc) or just go chasing higher paychecks or dream jobs (pay varies a lot around the country, we make decent enough money where I am, but some places really pay peanuts)

I saw an ad on social media somewhere that they had a hiring event going on, so I went. I was working in a warehouse at the time, and a job where I could sit down in the air conditioning sounded really attractive.

Civil service type jobs were already on my radar, I looked into becoming a park ranger for a while, and I’m an eagle scout, so I had a solid grounding on first aid and such.

I showed up, filled out an application, took their aptitude test (we, and a lot of other agencies use something called criticall if you want to get an idea what that test was like. Some typing, reading comprehension, map reading, listening to some sample calls and answering questions about them, etc.)

I passed the test, so as part of the hiring event I got an interview on the spot. If I applied outside of that, I probably would have had to schedule separate times for the test and interview.

I did alright in the interview so they scheduled me for a job shadow to come in and sit in the room to listen to calls and radio dispatch for a couple hours.

Then a while later I got my conditional offer. I had to get a hearing, vision, and drug test, and schedule a psych eval with the county psychologist.

You all know what hearing and vision tests are like I hope, for the drug test they did a hair test. I shave my head, so I was expecting them to take some beard hair, but apparently their policy is to do underarms if that’s the case.

The psych eval wasn’t anything too in depth, sat down with him for a few minutes, chatted about my mental health (no real issues there) then I got handed a very long test booklet to go fill out, lots of multiple choice questions that seemed to basically be gauging if I can play well with others.

And I assume at some point in there they ran background checks and such. Some places get really in depth with that, interviews with the sheriff, polygraph tests, etc. but mine was all pretty out of sight and out of mind.

Then class started. About a week into it we had to go to the county detectives office to be fingerprinted. But otherwise after that it was just all training.

Requirements here are pretty minimal, clean background check, high school diploma/GED, ability to pass all the pre employment screening, etc. At my agency past drug use isn’t necessarily a disqualifier, as long as you can pass the drug test to get hired and don’t get caught lying about anything you have done. Some other places are of course more strict about that.

If anyone thinks they may want to pursue a dispatch job, your local agency may list the job under a couple different names, dispatcher, calltaker, telecommunicator, etc.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  Interesting, thanks for the detailed explanation. Are you also using this role as a stepping stone to a target career, out of curiosity?
  
  I shave my head, so I was expecting them to take some beard hair, but apparently their policy is to do underarms if that’s the case.
  
  Didn’t know that! I guess it’s to address fully clean-shaven people…
  
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  - Fondots@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
    Personally, I’m happy to just chill where I am for a couple decades until I can retire. If I have to work, this honestly feels about as good as it gets for me. I don’t have any desire to climb the ladder or go hunting for a new job.
    
    I like the hours/schedule, we do 12 hour shifts on a 2-2-3 rotation, which is pretty common in this field, so it’s a long shift but it’s a long shift sitting in an air conditioned bunker, and unless you come in for overtime you never have to work more than 3 days in a row without a 2 day break. Now those 3 days are weekends, which sucks, but the flip side is every other weekend you have a 3 day weekend. And if you plan your vacations and such right you only need to take 2 days to get a whole week off, so my PTO can go a long way. Here we start off with about 2 weeks of vacation time (“about” because it’s based on 8 hour days and we work 12, it more or less works out the same but you’re always kind of left with some fraction of a day carrying over) then after 5 years you get another week, and again at a couple other milestones years. I actually really struggle to use up all of my PTO personally because nearly everything I do fits into a 3 day weekend.
    
    Benefits are solid, pension, decent medical plan, sometimes you can qualify for first responder discounts, etc.
    
    Different places have different policies on this, but where I am what you do between calls is pretty much up to you, as long as you’re not bothering anyone or making a mess, you can bring in a laptop and play video games or watch movies, read, work on some crafts, whatever as long as you can put it down when the phone rings.
    
    I work night shift, so things can get pretty dead and you get a lot of downtime between calls. Most people work 7-7, but I managed to snag myself a 3pm-3am shift, which I think is great- I get to sleep in until noon every day, but I don’t have to turn my schedule totally upside down if I need to do something in the morning.
    
    We’re not union in my county, and while normally I’m all for unions, it’s worked out well for us so far, because one of the first concessions that tends to get made in contract negotiations is mandatory overtime in some form because like I said everywhere struggles with staffing issues, and so far they’ve done a decent job of keeping our pay competitive without it (probably because I think the dispatchers in most if not all of our surroundings counties are unionized, so they know we might jump ship to them if they don’t pay us competitively)
    
    And for all of those practical reasons, it also feels good to know I’m helping people. I have absolutely saved lives in my time here, I’ve delivered babies, I’ve helped people through disasters and all manner of scary situations.
    
    And it’s always interesting. When the phone rings I never know what’s going to be on the other end, which of course has its ups and downs, but it’s always interesting. Some of the people and the things they call about are absolutely infuriating of course, but no matter what it is I always get a great story. I never come home to my wife asking me “how was your day” and have to answer with some boring “same shit, different day” kind of answer, there’s always something interesting. Sometimes it’s something I’m proud of, sometimes it’s something I’m pissed off about, sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s sad, and sometimes it’s “can you believe somebody actually called about this?”
    
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neidu3@sh.itjust.works ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
Copypasting my answer from the previous thread:

My current specific employment: A coworker of mine was laid off from my former employer, and joined the competition instead. Turns out that they needed what I do, and were willing to pay whatever it took, so they poached me with an offer I couldn’t refuse.

My job: Covid happened, and cuts were made among the field crew. I landed a role in the support structure instead, where I’ve been ever since.

My career: No fucking idea what happened. In 2008 I applied for a job and I had no idea what it was, and for which I was severely under qualified. I got it anyway. Turns out that being used to heavy machinery, computers/linux, and jury rigging was exactly what they were looking for, depsite wanting all sorts of degrees.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  
  Copypasting my answer from the previous thread
  
  Do you mean the one that I linked? I’m still getting used to Lemmy and am unable to access any content there. How were you able to do this, or was it just your own comment that still showed in your account history that you were able to retrieve?
  
  wanting all sorts of degrees
  
  Employers’ postings tend to overshoot, it seems, yeah.
  
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edgemaster72@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
They needed more people where my sister worked, so I agreed to work there.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  Hopefully you two get along if your presence overlaps over there!
  
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Nurse_Robot@lemmy.world ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
Applied on Indeed, had an interview with 3 managers, one of the managers extended me an offer

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Opinionhaver@feddit.uk ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
Same response as last time: I didn’t get it - I created it. I’m a self-employed contractor.

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- Flagstaff@programming.dev ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
  How do/did you find your clients, then?
  
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  - Opinionhaver@feddit.uk ⁨2⁩ ⁨days⁩ ago
    I odered thousands of flyers from online printing service and every time my phone stops ringing I hop on my bike and go stuffing them in the mailboxes of the houses near me. That’s how I’ve gotten 80% of my customers. The rest have found me on Facebook or gotten recomendations from previous customers.
    
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