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When Enough Isn’t Enough

Posted on January 18, 2007 by Varg

I saw this ad on Craigslist this morning and couldn’t help but wonder about the state of the professional class here in New Orleans. The “yuppies” if you will.

PHP Web Developer Position

Now, PHP is not a highly advanced language of Web programming but, it’s not something one can fake by tinkering around with Dreamweaver either. It takes at least a fundamental understanding of programming and some application of it to be able to state you can do it in a professional setting. It takes at the very least a grasp of code and its use in making the Web go.

The ad also asks for knowledge of CSS and MYSQL, so that’s two more programming languages the applicant needs to have mastered. These are also not overly complex, but they aren’t exactly something your average geek on the street can pick up all by their lonesome either. To have mastered all three of these would put someone in a pretty slim percentile of the workforce. It’s not quantum physics but, I could probably walk out my door right now and talk to the first 500 people I saw and I wouldn’t find a single one who knows all three.

That said, the employer is also asking that an “extensive” look into the applicant’s previous work will be required before anyone is hired (even though it also states previous experience isn’t required).

Then it states that a “non compete” will be required along with a Non-disclosure agreement that will need to be completed.

Now, all this is perfectly reasonable for an employer to request in order to protect their business and ensure they hire the right candidate for the job. They need to ensure that they don’t waste their time on an applicant who isn’t fully on board. I respect that.

But the pay rate for the job?

$8 – $12 an hour. Depending on experience.

It also states that the position is full or part-time but it is listed at Craigslist as a part-time position.

Let’s say for the sake of argument that the most ideal candidate applies for and is accepted into the position at the top rate of $12. They also relent and give him or her a full 40 hours a week. We won’t even discuss the part time / $10 an hour applicants because, as we will see at the end of this commentary, they are sunk.

So $12 an hour at 40 hours a week. That’s $1920 a month.

$1920
– $345 for taxes
——————–
$1575

– $800 for an 1 bedroom apartment in Riverbend (right down the street from the employer). You could also say $800 for a mortgage if this enterprising professional wanted to buy a home in the 100K – 125K range. (Mine is $1150)
——————–
$775

– $400 for a car payment and the insane insurance rates we are forced to pay in Orleans Parish.
——————–
$375

– $150 for heating and cooling give or take a hundred dollars in the fall and spring but putting it back in the summer and winter. I am low-balling here I know.
——————–
$225

– $60 for gas
——————–
$165

– $40 for Sewage and Water Board
——————–
$125

– $225 for food (Mine is $350)
——————–
– $100

Let’s say for the sake of argument that this young professional agrees to live in a flophouse for $500. That would give him or her an extra $300 to spend a month. We take away the $100 he or she is already down for food and that leaves us with $200 for everything else.

Now, being a Web programmer, for his job he or she MUST have an internet connection right? So let’s take off $30 a month (mine is $40) for that. Leaving $170.

$170 spare change a month. That’s without cable. Without a cell phone. Without eating in a restaurant or seeing Rebirth at the Maple Leaf or paying for parking in the Quarter or having a drink at The Spotted Cat.

And kids? Forget it. If the applicant is a single parent with this job, they are buried. They will never see the light of day.

And this is the BEST CASE SCENARIO this employer has to offer. What if the person is accepted at a lower rate of pay? What if they don’t receive 40 hours a week? How much is the insurance they will receive after 6 months?

And don’t forget the no compete clause. Even if another employer recognizes their skill and offers them a job with better pay, they will be legally bound to decline it. By accepting this job they are forced into a rate of pay that is unbalanced with what the cost of living is in the area.

It’s enough to drive someone into the projects isn’t it?

6 thoughts on “When Enough Isn’t Enough”

  1. booze says:
    January 18, 2007 at 3:53 pm

    so messed up. i mean, pay a fella what he’s worth. what a way of an economy keeping a person down. it’s not like that in all places, which is exactly what is not fair.

  2. ashley says:
    January 18, 2007 at 7:42 pm

    My guess is, somebody can get $8.75 at Popeye’s.

    FWIW, if anybody knows an ESRI GIS programmer, with a degree, I can get them a nice job. Email me.

  3. Marco says:
    January 19, 2007 at 7:42 pm

    I made $8/hr working the floor at a wine shop last year part time. For the 25% discount of course and the clientele.

  4. Sophmom says:
    January 20, 2007 at 12:49 pm

    My son’s doing better than that bussing tables Uptown and I’m doing way better than that doing office admin in the A-T-L. I don’t think they’re gonna fill that position. JMHO.

  5. Varg says:
    January 20, 2007 at 2:02 pm

    I make more than that filing and doing parts orders at my job. I guess my boss understands a few fundamentals that these guys are missing.

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Know yourself. Know the Universe. Know yourself in the Universe.

Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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