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Re-thinking post-secondary

As even the American folks who read this may be aware, students in nearby Quebec have been protesting for several months because the provincial government proposed raising their tuition – already the lowest in the country – by about $700 over the course of several years.

I haven’t been following it that closely, because I find it embarrassing. But we noticed a poster in our neighbourhood advertising the leaders of the student unions (two out of three of whom, by the way, attended expensive private schools throughout their primary and secondary educations) speaking in Ottawa and started chatting about it.

I mean, okay – if someone had offered me free tuition, I would have taken them up on it… or would I? Repaying our combined $90,000 of debt has kind of sucked (although we collectively earned four degrees – two Bachelor’s and two Masters – out of it). But those degrees allowed us to get careers in our fields that we love (okay, mine’s tangentially related, but I definitely apply the skills I learned, if not the factual knowledge). And to be fair, we could have graduated with less debt if we had worked more (Eric) or travelled less (me). Going into debt allowed us access to the funds we needed at the time.

If my tuition had been free, would my education have been as valuable? Would my classes have been (even more) full of people who didn’t want to learn about critical thinking and complex systems analysis, but figured that they needed a degree to get a job? How would the university bring in revenue for paying teachers, subscribing to journals, building infrastructure?

I think that access to debt is more logical than free tuition. Of course, I don’t mean that tuition should balloon and we end up paying crazy amounts like they do in the states – I think it’s amazing that our government puts a priority on post-secondary education an subsidizes it as much as they do. But I think that if you value post-secondary education, you should be willing to shell out for it to ensure that the quality is maintained. Going into debt is borrowing from your future income. Once you’ve graduated and found a job, you can pay for your degree.

The rebuttal to this, of course, is that a university degree no longer guarantees a job. I completely agree, but guess what? That isn’t what a university degree is meant to do. A BA in Philosophy should by no means be a ticket to a job (unless you want to become a philosopher, and if you know anyone that’s hiring those, call me!). But if you want post-secondary education that will prepare you for a job, you should probably do a college degree (NB – in Canada, college would be the equivalent of a community college in the US, I think – more practical, hands-on learning as opposed to esoteric bull sessions about Kant).

Our jerk parents accidentally sold us a bill of goods in this respect, because for their generation, a university degree was rare enough that it was a valued indicator to employers that you were a relatively competent person, and so it often did get you a job despite offering little to no practical skills. But by the time we got there, everyone else’s parents had told them the exact same thing, and so your BA? Useless.

Employers, of course, now expect a university degree for every position, but why is that? Is it just because everyone has them, or is it because our secondary educations are missing some essential skill? Maybe we should be taking a harder look at what kids are learning in high school, and if that bar could be raised. I certainly can’t ever remember being challenged in high school (except socially).

Really, most people getting a university degree wouldn’t need to (and might not want to bother) if it weren’t for the expectation that everyone have one. I think that a lot of people would be better off doing a college degree, especially if they know what job they want to go into. But now the same cycle is occurring with Masters degrees, and eventually I suppose we’ll all be Doctors. When will the acronym madness end?!

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In which I discover that I have the best job in the world

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I HAVE THE BEST JOB IN THE WORLD. I was a little nervous before arriving – what if I hated working at an embassy? What if it was too stressful, and I couldn’t cope with being in another country, and people were mean?

Within an hour of starting work, I confirmed that those fears were groundless. My job is so cool! Well, cool if you’re kind of a geek who likes management and variety and people, I guess. Sure, “creative types” (I hate that term – most people are creative!) like printmakers and needlecrafters might not dig it, but I sure do.

In the week and a half that I’ve been here, I’ve helped with a hiring process, toured around houses to look at how we can make them more secure, met with the president of a company to discuss centralizing financial processes, learned about how the mission handles contracts to ensure fairness and financial accountability, seen the giant inventory project for managing the embassy’s supply of furniture … as well as countless other things. It’s the perfect job for someone with a short attention span!

The team here is really good – I’m being encouraged to ask why things are the way they are, and to think strategically about how we can improve our current business practices to save money while still delivering on our mandate. I’ve also been face-palming quite a bit, because the department has been in the news a lot lately regarding the “lavish diplomatic lifestyle.” (sidenote: the most frustrating part of that article is the quote that it costs $400K a year per diplomat, plus the costs of infrastructure. First of all, it’s less than $400K, and second of all, that sum includes the infrastructure! I’m sure as hell not bringing in that salary, as all the commenters seem to think!).

In my last two weeks (I can’t believe how fast it’s going!), I’ll be (hopefully) sitting on some interview boards, finishing up my pre-audit of the mission, learning about how the consular side is managed (although my actual consular training won’t be until next year), attending a meeting on relocation season, and hopefully getting some one on one time with the ambassador – I’d like to ask Allison Green’s magic question!

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in which I am not bumped up

So, due to a general climate of fiscal restraint at my work, and in the Federal Government as a whole, I flew economy the entire way to Manila (about 25 hours) instead of business, as per regular travel directives would state (anything over 9 hours straight normally entitles one to business class, which as someone six feet tall I totally agree with).

Let me first off say that I know how incredibly lucky I am to even be going to the Philippines, in February, for work. I’m in an amazing training program and I’m super grateful to have the opportunity to do this. I can’t wait to finish training and start paying back taxpayers by being a kick-ass consular officer.

This is not a blog post whining about how I couldn’t take business class. This is a blog post wondering why airlines have to rub it in so hard that in economy, you are a sardine.

I sat with a mother and her very young and energetic child. I totally feel for the lady, and I tried to be patient, but it sucked. This kid alternated between shrieking and jumping up and down on her seat THE ENTIRE FLIGHT. And despite my repeated requests, the mom did nothing more to stop her than go “shhhhhh!” repeatedly. I’ve tried that with Gatsby – it doesn’t work.

Behind me was part of a family, whose relatives were in another part of the plane. They felt the need to visit their family members frequently, pulling themselves up by my seat back every time. They also took it upon themselves to fill the overhead compartment, so my bag took up all my leg room. It was also in the way of the apple juice that the afore-mentioned 2 year old spilled all over the place.

Meanwhile, beyond the curtain, I could see glimpses of beverage carts covered in white linen with bottles of champagne on them, being served to those lucky assholes passengers. This doesn’t even count the people UPSTAIRS in first class, who I’m sure were participating in some kind of bacchanalian orgy. The flight attendants are even dressed more nicely in business class. What purpose does that serve?

Coach has no pretence of not sucking. The airlines seem to relish making you really regret not spending that extra four grand for a seat that actually fits your ass and space for non-midgets to unfold. Of course, despite repeatedly begging for at least the bulkhead, I was thwarted in that regard as well. I gave my best glare to the short family occupying my rightful seat as I passed them, but they were too busy being comfortable to notice.

All of that said, I’m here! I arrived sleepy but alive, and besides a slight mishap at the airport in which I missed the driver and my MCO who had come to pick me up and ended up grabbing a cab, everything’s been going well!

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Prairie Dog Boot Camp

Can I go?  Is this like bikini boot camp, or army boot camp?  Either way, I don’t care.  I just want to crawl through tubes all day.

Thank you, CBC, for being awesome.

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