Careers Advice

My teachers at school had high hopes for me ten years ago, when I finished my compulsory schooling and looked down the barrel of sixth-form. I wasn't a genius or anything, but I was a good all-rounder who was generally in the top five of the class in any given subject, with the exceptions of PE and Design Tech. It was even in the reference my form tutor wrote me - "Mary will be spoilt for choice of which A-levels to take."

If you'd told those teachers that in ten years time I would be scraping almost-minimum wage doing a trained-chimp job where I wear trainers to work, they probably would have looked very confused and checked that you were talking about the same Mary.

But, none of them would have been able to give you much of an idea what I would be doing. I was and am reasonably good at all sorts of things, but nothing has ever stood out enough to indicate a specific career of any kind.

At the moment, I am happy as a CD dispatcher. Some of the most important factors for me working are: that I have a flexible and open-minded employer; that my colleagues are sensible and understanding about my particular needs; and that it will not cause death and destruction if I am suddenly crumple up with a migraine (for instance, I should never be an air traffic controller).

In my current job, I have all of that and more. My boss and co-workers are supportive without being patronising, and if for whatever reason I can't work, then the worst that happens is a customer has to wait an extra day for a CD, which to my knowledge, is not the sort of thing that the fate of the free world depends on. We even have a good selection of drinks and biscuits provided in the office kitchen cupboard. That's the sort of perk that isn't to be taken lightly. Some of the most highly-paid career-people I know are jealous of me, as they feed their 20ps into the vending machines in the corridors of their corporate workplaces to obtain a styrofoam cup of alleged tea.

That said, no one should be surprised that I have no desire to be a CD dispatcher for the next ten years. No matter how lovely the people or the workplace might be, the job itself is tiring*, boring, low-paid, unchallenging, and probably not the best use of those all-rounder skills. Furthermore, since I have no interest in classical music, I have no promotion prospects within my current firm.

But, like my teachers ten years ago, I have absolutely no idea what I should be doing. My tragic realisation that, once I got past the age of 18, no one would give a monkey's about the school qualifications I worked so hard for, has not helped.

Some things I won't be doing no matter what. I'm not going to be an astronaut or a doctor or a lawyer or a rally driver or CEO at Microsoft. It's just not on the cards.

There's the stuff I used to do, "helping disabled and disadvantaged people into training and employment"... I was reasonably good at it and I did enjoy it, but these days I think it would be a little bit too close to the bone. I would flinch at having to deal with the Department of Work and Pensions in my work life and my personal life. In fact, this acquired mindset where I regard the DWP as "to be avoided at all costs", probably prevents me from doing most of the sort of social-care kind of work that would, how can I put this, make my Mother proud.

I can think of a hundred new things I could try (given support as appropriate) but most of them, such as being a teacher or a hairdresser or an accountant, would require me to spend a year or more getting qualified first. That isn't a problem. I'd be quite happy to spend a year or so at college, if I had a goal in sight. But I have no idea what I'd want to study and it seems pointless to study just for the sake of it, to put time an effort into doing a course on no real basis other that it happens to be running at the nearest college.

So for now at least, and until any better plans present themselves, I trundle along with the picking and packing CDs.



* The 'tiring' thing is the big problem at the moment. The 'Christmas rush' hasn't subsided, which is great for the company, but not great for me, as I really cannot maintain this level of daily physical effort. My boss would be happy to consider reduced hours, flexitime and so on, the trouble is that if I dip below 16 hours per week then my wages dip to 'better off on benefit' level. If I was a client of the company I used to work for, then I would be put on Supported Permitted Work which allows people who can only work part-time for disability reasons to keep a certain amount of earnings on top of Incapacity Benefit. But the local DEA (as featured previously) won't help, she just tells me I can work 16+ hours or not at all. I have an appointment with my GP next week, maybe she'll have some ideas.

I am also, god help me, considering Tax Credits, on the basis that if I have to wrangle with them ad infinitum anyway, I might as well do a smidge more wrangling and actually get something for it.

Poddling Along

Observant readers will have spotted that there hasn't been a great deal of news on the knitting front. However, knitting was what got suggested in the comments to my previous post, so, here's the news: I am still working on the jumper that I started at about the same time I moved in with Steve. I have one-and-two-thirds sleeves left to go, plus a certain amount of sewing up. I am also still working on my birthday socks. It took a month to do the first sock, but I'm still a certain way off finishing the second. Twenty more rounds and then it's the toe decreases, for those In The Know.

There are various reasons for the lack of knitting progress. There was the DLA form-filling, and there was a shoulder injury, and there were a couple of phases where I rediscovered addictions to computer games like The Sims 2 and Settlers. There is also, the Top Seekrit Project.

The Top Seekrit Project is a ******** that I have made for ******. It's ****, just like the *** I made previously, with cute little ******s on it just like on ** ****** ****. I finished knitting it a couple of days ago and now I'm just doing the final sewing-up and blocking. It is just a smidge too big, but I feel quite confident I can find a way around that. I think I have enough of the yarn left that I could make one for myself as well. Tempting.

I can't try it on right now though, because I am covered in sun-cream after a fantastic Day Off Work. It's been the first "normal" day of work I've had from this job, by which I mean, it wasn't because I was sick and in bed, or because I had Plans, or because it was a weekend/bank holiday to be spent cowering indoors from the crowds and traffic (seriously, have you ever tried to propel a mobility scooter through a Saturday shopping crowd? not possible, unless you fit blades to the wheels). It was just a gorgeous day, a weekday, a sunny day. So first I went to Boots, for the purchase of sun-cream, and then, having applied said sun-cream, continued on to the book shop. Half an hour later, I'd finally spent my Christmas Book Tokens, and then it was onwards to the park, where I relaxed in the sunshine or in the dappled shade of the trees by turns, read for a bit, sock-knitted for a bit, and got myself an ice-cream. Mint-choc-chip, as it happens.

It might not sound like much, but it meant a lot to me. It was the first chance I've had to properly go out on my own since starting work. Sure, I go to work, but the taxi picks me up from the door of the house and deposits me at the door of the shop, I can't suddenly decide that I'm going to take a different route, or leave early to do some shopping, or drop a letter in the postbox on my way home. Steve is lovely about driving me places or pushing the wheelchair, but I hate having to be so ask-y, so demanding. So it was nice to just go "I think I'll go over here. Now I think I'll stop for a minute. Now I think I'll go over there," and simply do it, for no apparent reason, without needing to ask someone, or to think carefully about whether I can afford to use up my whole day's energy on such fripperies.

I'm very tired, but very relaxed. Hopefully tomorrow (Friday) I will wake up feeling a bit more refreshed, and then it's an afternoon at work before the weekend-proper.

I know, I know

I already did my BADD roundup. But that was before I had read this. Go. Read. Now. Wet yourself giggling. Come back later.

Myself, I am spinning a few too many plates in my head at the moment, lots of Stuff and Thing that is other people's business and thus not so bloggable. I'm sure you know how it is. I will apply myself to making a proper blogpost soon but right now it's not a priority. If anyone wants to suggest topics, that'd be nice.

BADD Blogs Of Note

Following on from Blogging Against Disablism Day 2008, I thought I'd post a list of links to the posts I thought were particularly good, for all those people who for some unfathomable reason might not wish to dedicate several hours to reading each and every one of the huge number of posts submitted to the event. I've read about 70 so far, and despite already having an interest in the event and the issues surrounding it, I'm reaching saturation point.

Having realised, about ten posts in, that I was considering most if not all the posts to be really quite good and making really quite important points - even if I didn't entirely agree with everything being said - I got snippety and have ruthlessly cut this list down to my absolute favourites.

Starting off gently, Rudy at Coping With Disability makes a good, and often overlooked, point in this succinct post about the importance of communication.

Ruth at WheelieCatholic writes interestingly about enabling the ableists.

David at Growing Up With A Disability has written a very engaging post about mistaken identity.

Jeanie at Midlife and Treachery has done a darkly humourous post about the bad habits of ableists.

Cherylberyl at Disaboom has posted her well-researched paper explaining about the Tiny Tim and Supercrips views of disabled people.

And finally (for now), in No Quarter Asked Or Given, Jade Lennox explains how even people who think about how to provide accessibility don't always understand how it is applicable to their world...


I'd also like to quickly say, thank you to everyone who has commented or linked to this blog. I appreciate each and every one. Unfortunately the much-requested t-shirts are currently beyond my competence, but anyone who has iron-on transfers should feel free to go ahead.

Different but Equal

Written for Blogging Against Disablism Day 2008.



Equal does not mean identical for the same reason that different does not mean inferior, or, for that matter, superior.

Equality, therefore, does not mean giving everyone exactly the same thing, or desperately trying to force one size to fit all. It means giving everyone the same standards (of service, of access, of respect, of quality of life) while recognising the different methods needed to achieve those standards.

Public transport is a good example of this - it's not the only example, but it's one which allows me to make my point. You may have recently read in the news about how all elderly and disabled people in the UK are to get free bus passes. Along with quite a few other disabled people I have spoken to, I'm quite bemused about this.

For starters, there's a load of ifs and buts - little things like No Being Crippled In Public Before 9:30am (they phrase it differently but that's the precis), which is little short of ridiculous to anyone who's ever been told to attend an 8.30am appointment at a hospital twenty miles away.

More importantly though, the bus system is inaccessible to many people. Some, like myself, are completely out - I can't walk or self-propel a wheelchair as far as the nearest bus stop, and although on my better days I could ride my mobility scooter to the bus stop, I wouldn't then be able to put it onto the bus. Others, who can get to the bus stop, then find that there's no space - or more accurately, that there is ONE space that disabled people and parents with prams can fight over amongst themselves. Quite rightly, the bus drivers won't simply have wheelies "squeezing on" because it's dangerous to everyone concerned, so the losers (be they parents, babies, toddlers, children or disabled people of any age), just have to wait at the bus stop, regardless of cold, rain, appointments, feeding or medication schedules, and hope that the single precious space on the next bus will be available.

Or the next one.

Or the next one.

Even once you've got a seat, the problems don't end. For instance, many of the more modern buses have a scrolling display telling you what route you are on and which is the next stop. Very handy. Then someone realised that blind and visually impaired people couldn't read that, so they had the bright idea of an audio announcement for each stop. This, in turn, is causing problems for people who, for various reasons, have difficulty processing an overload of information - it's even stressing out plenty of neurotypical people on routes that have frequent stops.

Bus passes are issued by the local council, and different local councils deal with the issues differently. Where I live, the approach is that if you are eligible for a bus pass, but cannot use the buses, then instead of a bus pass, you get 'tokens' for local community transport. You get twenty trips per year at the special price of 65p per mile. Assuming that every time you go somewhere, you need to get back again, that's TEN local outings per year. As long as it's Monday-Friday, between 9am and 9pm, you book two days or more in advance, and subject to availability of course... oh, and you can't have a bus pass AND tokens, so no getting transport at 65p/mile to the bus stop and freebie-ing from there.

This does not really compare well to Christine and Manju, who are taking a 700-mile tour round the UK for free using their bus-passes. Don't get me wrong, I hope they have a wonderful journey and I think it's great that they're exercising the freedom to travel and explore without worrying about the cost of transport. I just think there's a bit of an illusion that ALL elderly and disabled people could do this if only we were a bit more determined, a bit more spirited. It's simply not the case.

I can't help feeling we'd be a step closer to equality if none of us got free transport, but by the same token, none of us found transport around the local area so expensive that we have to stay at home. Equality isn't one person on a free jaunt around the country while another can't even go to the shops once a week. Equality would be all of us having reasonable and regular access to basic amenities.

Now That's What I Call A Weekend

day at the park
Originally uploaded by girl_of_bats

Finally, after a Great British Springtime of snow, rain, hail, blustery showers and occasional teasingly sunny afternoons followed by yet more rain as soon as I'm not at work any more, we had a proper nice day. Warm but not hot, sunny but not glaring, gentle breezes and no rain. Fantastic.

We started with a lie-in, as many other non-childified adults do on a Saturday. I was pretty shattered, but it really was just too nice a day to spend indoors so I insisted at Steve that he must wake up because we had to go out. We decided to go to Jephson Gardens. I love it there. It's gorgeous, well-maintained, and is one of the most accessible places I've ever been, which is handy when you're being pushed in a wheelchair. We spent maybe two hours there. I did a little bit of sock-knitting (not too much as I've injured my shoulder, that's also why we're on blogging-lite) and Steve took lots of photos of the Ninja Squirrels. It goes like this:

- People scatter nuts for the squirrels.
- Squirrels run and hide from passing dogs (although they're totally not bothered by humans).
- Pigeons descend to eat the nuts.
- Squirrels dash out from their hiding places and attempt to jump on and headbutt the pigeons. Discworld readers: think Nac Mac Feegle, that's what these squirrels are like.

It was really nice to just be spending time outside. The daily wobble from the front door to the taxi doesn't really count, you know?

Back home for bacon sandwiches, and then I went to bed. It was meant to be a twenty-minute nap but instead turned into something in excess of two hours. Normally that would be a very bad thing, but on this occasion, it was exactly right, because while I was enjoying a waking-up cup of tea, Steve got a call from a friend inviting us over for a barbecue that evening. I like barbecues. I like them a LOT.

Last year, the words "fancy a barbecue?" would have been enough to guarantee rain within the next two hours. But yesterday was charmed - we went, we ate, we sat outside and chatted until it was properly dark. More of this sort of thing. Plus, with it having been a Saturday, I now have all of Sunday to rest and recover. Couldn't have asked for a better weekend.

An Engineer's Guide To Cats

While I don't usually regurgitate the b3ta newsletter onto my blog, this was one of those things. Those special things. Those things that just, somehow, wriggle into your consciousness rather than being a two-minute giggle that is forgotten with the next shiny object that rolls past.

The Engineer's Guide To Cats, by Paul Klusman with TJ Wingard, is nominally about cats. Indeed, Paul opens the video with "The purpose of this presentation is to educate engineers, and the general public, about cats."

Nice idea, but really, I think this is the ideal film to educate the general public (and possibly, cats) about engineers. An oft-misunderstood species, I have believed for many years that engineers make superior boyfriend material (although Dilbert may be interested to know that NASA have not hidden me on the moon yet) but I have been unable to explain WHY. What is it about a man with a scientific calculator, a leatherman, and a roll of duct tape, that is attractive?

I still can't explain it properly in actual words. Could it be the intelligence? The single-minded devotion? The attention to detail? The defeat of self-consciousness? I don't know. But I defy any woman to watch these two play with their cats and not melt a little bit inside. That's what it is about engineers.