Promotion!

I have another post related to my job, though I told myself last month that I’d do one specifically about being an auntie. Ah well…

My recent big news is that I was offered a promotion at my job! During the first week of July, my associate director (a woman with 20 years in the Marine Corps on her resume, so she knows how to throw around intimidation when she wants to..) told me she wanted to talk to me, and when I sat down at her desk, she said that Terry (the Executive Director) and her needed to speak with me in the conference room. Even though Jacqueline and I have a good rapport, it was still one of those *gulp* moments.

I grabbed a pen and notebook and came upstairs. After a little musical chairs, Jacqueline and I just sat there, and the scene went a little like this:
Me: So…
JS: What? (feigning ignorance)
Me: I’m just kind of wondering why I’m here…
JS: Your heart pumping a little bit?
Me: ha – a little!
JS: Why? You haven’t done anything wrong have you??
Me: That’s exactly what’s going through my head right now, just to make sure!
JS: ha – no, you haven’t done anything wrong…

Then the big boss came in and they unveiled the actual reason for the meeting: a new job offer! Jubilee received a large grant that needs a job counselor to assume the role of Job/Educational Counselor. The grant is for 2 years (so I’m committed through the summer of 2011) and each year our goal is to give 20 young ex-offenders (ages 18-34) a $1000 scholarship toward their educational goal, whether that’s for a certificate or associate’s degree or vocational training etc.

I’m excited by this prospect (though we haven’t done much to define this new role yet) because of the goal to work against recidivism (the unfortunate pattern when people are released from prison and then shortly thereafter land right back in prison). The foundation who is funding this grant desires to work to end homelessness and to target young ex-offenders who have the potential to make better career choices if just given the chance. Enter our program that already does job placement, and add me to the mix to create a fusion of creative imagining for a new future!

Though I still don’t consider myself a seasoned pro, I have worked in this organization long enough to see several individuals who have a “checkered” past, telling me how they spent the better part of their “prime” years (not to sound ageist in the least) just going in and out of prison. I am energized by the idea that if we step in and intervene during these critical ages, perhaps we can stop the cycle of violence by focusing on a career path that leads to advancement and giving back.

Because the grant is so new, I have the opportunity to help create and define my role, and while that is a little intimidating to me, it is also exciting to think that I can help shape this new program and build structures that will hopefully help future participants.

If you or anyone you know has insight into scholarship opportunities, matching grant options, or programs in the greater DC area that are in the Adult Education field, don’t hesitate to let me know :)

shifts at work

Jubilee Jobs has been inundated with a high volume of job-seekers in the recent months. Our week-long process of preparation was grinding along and we as Job Counselors were struggling to meet, intake, process, and place all the folks coming through the door.

Thankfully, a few months ago my supervisors heard our cries of "uncle!" and "enough!" and "not sustainable!" and we changed some structural things beginning at the end of April. Since then, we've extended our week of preparation to a week and a half and have thus staggered our orientations (the first step to participate in our process) to the first and third Mondays of every month (versus every Monday of every month). This has helped tremendously - mainly in giving us as Job Counselors a little extra time to work with our caseload of people before the new batch starts up.

With the extension of preparation, we've added 2 workshops to our time, making it a total of 4 workshops that each applicant must attend to complete the process. We've traditionally offered both an interview skills workshop and a conflict resolution workshop, and now we've added 2 customer service workshops as well. Each workshop runs about an hour and a half.

Before we changed the process, the workshops were mainly run by volunteers, and then a few staff would have to fill in as needed. With 2 extra days of workshops (each with 3-5 more times each day offered), Jubilee has needed to call on us staff members to lead the sessions. Consequently, I have been leading many more workshops in the last month than ever before.

I am enjoying the opportunity to facilitate these groups of 6-12 people on a variety of topics. I've now led 2 interview workshops, 1 conflict resolution, 4 customer service, and a few others on post-employment topics. I like it best when the discussion starts rolling and people are contributing fresh examples of the material we're working with. The goal is that as we talk through what folks can think about prior to their interview, they will have that much more of an advantage in the way they present themselves and market themselves for the job in question than any other Joe Shmoe from the street.

There's one quote we use in the Customer Service workshop that essentially says, "what is the point of life if it is not to make it easier for one another?" We ask participants to respond to the quote, and in my first time leading this session, one guy jumped in there with an excellent example. He affirmed the quote and explained that that morning, he was on the bus worrying about if he was going to make it to us on time (if they're late for any appointment during the week+ of prep, they have to start over again with everything), and there was a mother with 3 young kids and a stroller that had to come up on the bus. He told our group, he had the choice: sigh and roll his eyes and hold a grudge at the woman getting on the bus (how DARE she hold up the bus by having so many kids and a stroller...) OR he could offer to help the woman, thereby relieving some of her stress and demonstrating his kindness which would then put everyone in a better mood on the bus. It's THAT kind of care, attention, and service that we want to embody at any job we have so that whomever is watching will see what kind of excellent employee we are and it will positively affect our whole environment.

I do enjoy my work. The only thing that seems to be so slippery is time. If I lead workshops (they're very engaging), I end up having a hard time transitioning back to the Job Counselor stuff. If I do too much of the Job Counselor stuff, I end up looking for diversions, but then too much of that is not good either. What's that elusive little thing for which we all so eagerly long? Oh that's right - balance.

faithful

Happy Earth/Arbor Day. hope you were able to hug a tree sometime this week, because if ever there was a week to do it, this would have been the one.

did you know that it’s been 2 months since I’ve blogged? Did I know that it’s been 2 months since I’ve blogged? glory!

I have spent a significant portion of the last 2 months investing in some of my non-DC relationships. This has taken a toll on my in-DC community, and I am indebted to their grace and understanding as I have bopped all over the eastern states. My travels took me to Buffalo, NY where I reconnected with my dear friend Steph – and we got to celebrate her landmark birthday together! :) A core group of us from freshman year at Messiah (minus Maria) met up at Karen’s house in February and we spent a good time laughing, updating, and reminiscing. I hosted Sheena for Spring Break and saw family on either side of picking her up/dropping her off. I spent a lovely weekend retreating with some dear girlfriends at Roxbury Holiness Camp, and again witnessed the magnificence of shooting stars as we lay in a field huddled in our sleeping bags. I traveled down to South Carolina (dropping off Sarah near Duke) where I laughed and swapped stories with Dottie, Jon & their beautiful twin girls, and then stayed with my lovely cousin Megan and her husband Chris. So many good conversations, so many good memories made!

Even as I have tried to pull back from traveling in April and to focus more on DC, I have still had the privilege of connecting to both sides of my incredible family for Easter (and the added bonus of a bridal shower – woot!). To be able to share stories, laugh with cousins/aunts/uncles/grandparents, sing with each other, glean wisdom and seek advice from my family is an amazing blessing for which I am so thankful.

Along with the traveling and reconnecting, there has also been some significant processing that’s occurred in the last few months. I am thankful to be standing on the other side of some of the harder conversations and testify to God’s great faithfulness – to loving even when it is hard: let us not forget “how to hope, how to laugh, how to say, ‘I’m sorry,’ how to forgive, how to bind up wounds, how to dream, how to cry, how to pray, how to love when it is hard, and how to dare when it is dangerous. . . . Praise be to you, Lord, for life; praise be to you for another chance to live.” (Ted Loder, Guerrillas of Grace)

here are links to some of the trips I've made recently...
Part 1
Part 2

Perfect timing

Yesterday the staff of Jubilee Jobs took a silent retreat at this place that the Church of the Saviour has owned for 56 years. It couldn't have come at a better time.

For months now, I've been meaning to post more about the ups and downs of my job. Just before Thanksgiving, I was getting really close to saying - I love my job! In fact, I had drafted part of a story that highlighted one of the best aspects of my work (this is from last November):

I’m so excited right now! So my phone call went like this. “Good afternoon, this is Emily.” “Emily – I love you” [oh..my…] “Who’s this??” “Rick.” [Rick had just had an interview with a manager late this morning] “ooOOoo Rick tell me good news!” “Well, Ms. Dionne…she said she’d give me a chance.” [you know when you can hear a smile in someone’s voice? That was this.] “Rick! That’s great! Oh man I’m so happy for you!...”and some other similarly exultant exclamations. The point is – he’s hired!

Here’s the thing. This guy has a pretty intense charge. Like, the kind where your stomach kind of drops when you see it sitting there looking up at you. But here’s where I love my job. He has just spent 14 and a half years of his life in prison; he was incarcerated for this intense crime as a 21-year-old, and he’s had close to half his life taken from him to think about how he wants to make a change. After meeting with him and hearing his story, I was able to then advocate to the manager about why she should take a chance with this particular man. Forget what you may think about an ex-offender -- this was Rick, and he is great. He is ready to work, he is open to learn, he will show up on time and will be a motivated employee for your team! You've gotta meet him!

And then things with work got tricky and difficult - from the internal-organization side of things. So then suddenly I wasn't sure if I loved my job or just enjoyed it most days.

Now, with nearly 6 months under my belt, I can say with pretty confident assurance that I do enjoy my job *most* days, but I'm not wide-eyed and naive about it being amazing either. The work is difficult, both from an organizational standpoint and from oh-hey-DC has one of the highest unemployment rates in the country. There are about 500,000 DC residents and 60,000 of those are either un-employed or under-employed. Yowzer.

Tuesday and Wednesday were perfect examples of the up-and-down of this job. We had been [gloriously] off on Monday because of President's Day (woot!). So Tuesday was nuts with everyone calling in and seeing if there are interviews for them to go on (it typically takes 5-6 interviews before people get hired in this economy. So that could be 3-5 weeks of searching). I currently have about 26 open files of people (I started out only taking 7-8 new ones a week, now I'm doing 11-13 new ones a week) and if even only half of them call in, I may spend at least 10 minutes with each one (sometimes 15, 20, or 30 minutes even) and time just flies out the window. Add to that doing resumes with people or assisting with online applications and the day can literally just walk all over you.

Tuesday the highlight happened at the end of my day when one of the guys I've been working with since the beginning of January (and who's been exemplary in pounding the pavement) came in to say he'd been hired at Popeye's. HOORAY!! I tell every applicant that it takes patience and persistence, flexibility and preparation to go through the process of finding a job. But if someone sticks with it, they will get hired. It was so great to celebrate with Harold! And then Marcelle called in to tell me her good news - that this place where she had interviewed a couple weeks ago called her back and wanted her in for orientation! So great!

Then there was Wednesday. This was one of our long days (every Friday we get out at 3:30pm thank the Lord because 2 Wednesdays out of each month we stay until 8pm). We had a frustrating Job Counselor meeting in the morning (questions like - what did you do yesterday if we had no new clients to meet with?? are NOT especially helpful or supportive) and then there was more craziness on the phone. The low point was when Harold (see paragraph above) came in to tell me he COULDN'T take the job at Popeye's because the program he's in has a curfew for unemployed participants, but Popeye's wouldn't sign a paper that said he was offered the job because he was on probation so they weren't going to sign any binding paper. The form was for his recovery program and was not in any way related to a contract. But without the signature from the employer, his program wasn't going to give him an extension, and he'd be kicked out. So ... he couldn't take the job. WHAT??? NOOOOOO! So I got on the phone to Popeye's, but by the time I reached the manager, the owner (who made the rule) had already left. And I knew I wasn't going to be in Thursday, so I left a message with the recovery program asking them to PLEASE call the owner on Thursday because how stupid (I think I used a different word on my message...probably "silly") would it be for a great guy like Harold to have to pass up a JOB OPPORTUNITY IN A RECESSION BECAUSE OF A SILLY MISUNDERSTANDING WITH FORMS AND SIGNATURES???????

So anyway, THAT'S why the silent retreat yesterday was perfect timing. Space to sit and be. Space to walk and think. Space to be in nature without the phone ringing incessantly. Space to connect with this Jubilee Jobs staff that I really do love and am so thankful for.

Now. I gotta go. Because work is calling my name. Thanks be to God for challenging, meaningful, frustratingly delightful work.

I. was. there.

What a day and what a weekend. I've been meaning to blog for a while now - a lot has been happening and much could be said by way of updating - but all that will have to wait, because today is post-worthy all by itself.

how do I describe the incredible feeling of being part of something so monumental (ha..dc...monuments..ha...) and historic that it can blow.one's.mind. just thinking about it??

Six of us biked down to the Mall, anticipating huge crowds and lots of fervor. we were not disappointed. first of all - OK IT WAS FREEZING. like, not EVEN freezing. it would have been NICE to REACH freezing. so that was obstacle #1. no worries: 4 bottom layers and 6 top layers later, I wouldn't describe myself as toasty, but surely grateful for each one of them. also I had a glove/mitten combo and some headgear (not for the mouth) that made everything *except* the feet pretty well taken care of.

We decided not to attempt the sea of immensity that was ever closer to the Capitol. Instead, we opted for the bank of the hill upon which is placed the Washington Monument. Not bad. We could see the jumbotron (pictures had to be fully zoomed to see the image on the screen, but no worries, we saw it) and there were plenty of speakers set up so we could hear everything that was going on. It was me, some former & current housemates, and a million of our closest friends. oh hey :)

When I post more of these pictures on facebook, I'll be sure to come back to this post and include the link so all can enjoy. (here you go)

I have not been a part of any other Inauguration, but it was very clear even to me that something was different about this one. There was camaraderie, there were pep-chants (O-BA-MA!), there were people chatting it up that would never have spoken before (oh you're from Detroit? I was born and raised there!...etc). also there were a LOT of people there, and wow...what a feeling to be part of a crowd that is just a fraction of those who have begun to imagine again a new role for the United States - a new vision, a new possibility for a better reputation, a new resolve to stay true to the basic principles that formed this nation, a new strategy to pursue peace and justice and service and compassion....I believe I was breathing some fresh new air...and it was invigorating.

there are definitely policy areas where I don't agree with Obama or his new Cabinet members. But what I truly appreciate is his tenor, his tone, his perspective that smacks of a humble recognition of the enormity of what lies ahead. there's such a contrast between a leader that says, hey, we are in a mess and it will take time and cooperation to figure things out, and I'm not as much worried about who gives the good ideas as the fact that good ideas are being created and worked on....with the leader that says - hey, the country voted me in, EREGO I'm the boss, and this is how things will work - MY way and we're always right and America is just amazing and will always be and don't you forget it. that last sentiment is, how you say, stale, moldy, immature, and destructive reasoning that only got us into deep deep ... critical crappy crises.

alright - 2009 has begun, President Barack Obama has begun (circulating the many inaugural balls), and I will again return to regular reflecting (mostly for my sake, but maybe for the sake of a larger opportunity to dialogue...so please always feel free to email, comment, or call about anything you read...).

I leave you with an excerpt from my prayer for 2009 (from Ted Loder's Guerrillas of Grace, "I praise you for what is yet to be"): (and adapted to "we" language)

"I praise you
that you turn us loose
to go with you to the edge of now and maybe,
to welcome the new,
to see our possibilities,
to accept our limits,
and yet begin living to the limit
of passion and compassion
until, released by joy,
we uncurl to other people
and to your kingdom coming,
for you are gracious beyond all telling of it.

do you hear what I hear?

short story:

yesterday I felt pretty accomplished. I was able to procure SEVEN chairs for our house in the space of 2 short car trips.  see, I'm still on the email list to the garden co-op my housemates and I were in last year (but are no longer a part of..) and there was a moving sale from a guy named Beat.  Ok Beat (I'm thinking...of the Dwight Schrute variety?) - I emailed him sunday about my interest in his dining room chairs because as of that moment, my house of 7 had 7 chairs and 4 of them are just on loan till next week or so.  *tick tock tick tock* So this moving sale seemed to be perfect timing!  I was coming back from PA on Sunday and told Beat that I'd call late that afternoon.  well, I forgot.

No worries, I emailed him Sunday evening and asked if we could arrange for Monday after work.  Beat said yes, so then I called Monday afternoon to just confirm place, price, etc.  I called again when I was about to leave, and called again when I was just about there.  By the time I met Beat, I had said his name at least 3 times to him and possibly 40 times in my head.  well....

his name is pronounced Bee-aht.  Like...European.  whoops.  

in my small talk as we were looking at/checking out the chairs, I asked where he and his wife were moving.  He said something that sounded like Missouri.  as we were walking with the chairs to my car, I was like, so...Missouri, huh? And Beat was like, no .. Zurich as in Switzerland...where I'm from.  DOH! uh..European.  whoops.

so, instead of Beat from Missouri (insert hick accent), picture me talking to European Bee-aht and then picture me high-fiving everyone for my amazing intercultural skills.  good.

sweet community

I've been the recipient of some sweet community recently.  Take yesterday, for example.  Inexplicably, but truly, I was feeling lots of emotions swirling around.  I am blessed to have friends who give me the ears, the hugs, the presence for whatever it is that was affecting me.

It's also nice to have community when there are rodents infringing on one's house.  what? gross.  a mouse.  again.  this little booger went to a whole new level this weekend when I was away: he crawled into the impossibly narrow space between drawers in my ROOMmate Paige's bedside stand.  translation: in my room, 2 drawers above my desk stuff, next to Paige's head.  NOT OK.  then, during our house prayer/share time Sunday evening, we all paused as we heard the tell-tale scratching/munching sounds coming from around the corner in or near the kitchen.  Three brave housemates stood while I remained happily out of it.  that thing was chomping on our pizza box in the recycling!  hilarious though - Nick, who was the first one up, came back in and asked for a shoe - any shoe - b/c he knew he was gonna freak (his scream rivals any 12-year old...hehe)

Anyway other things I'm learning in community: how to mow the lawn.  ok, confession, I had never operated a push-mower before this year.  Since I've lived in a parsonage my entire life, we didn't have to do our yard, and my brothers and dad took care of the back half-acre field without me or my sister ever having to do it.  and aside from a couple dabblings in riding mowers - occasionally at my grandparent's old farm - I just hadn't done it.  but I enjoy yard work and when it was my turn to do that chore, I phoned a friend and dear Michael instructed me on the way to begin via cell phone (I love those cross-country calls) :)  So by the 2nd rotation of me doing yard work, I had it down, right?  

right.  so, the problem was, the lawn mower ran out of gas.  no big deal - the gas tank is down there and I figured - given my relative intelligence and intuition, I could figure this out.  here's the rub: oil and gas are NOT SYNONYMS.  and if one would, hypothetically, mistake the oil tank/dipstick/valve with the GAS tank...then that's not good.  thankfully, Paige's parents were visiting and her dad came in and I calmly explained that I thought I had ruined the mower and when he heard what I had done he was like, ohhh....yea..probably (ha, to which Paige's mom was like, 'he's a pessimist!') but anyway, we drained the now-ruined dirty gas and tried to start it again with oil in the oil tank and the remaining gas in the GAS tank.  it started after smoking but then it died again (here's to hoping b/c it still didn't have enough gas!).  So....lessons.  good solid life lessons...while living in community.  awesome.

the final thought to carry me home I guess could be on living in this wider DC community given all of this last week's events, though part of me thinks it should be its own post.  but a few thoughts, nonetheless.  it was exciting to live in DC when history was made last week.  since 93% of DC residents voted for Obama, once the election was called it was one big celebration breaking out all over the city.  a few of us who had been watching at my house ran down our street and through a few neighborhoods (fueled by the fervor of civic duty! ha) and there were neighbors smiling/laughing/waving/hugging other neighbors who before were strangers; there were honks from cars, trucks, buses and you knew it was for Obama; there were fireworks and toasts and screaming and dancing and...well, it was amazing.

I'd be happy to reflect more on specific thoughts regarding Obama and his policies. I am not  a 100% fan of what he believes, nor do I anticipate a full acceptance of how he governs.  but I AM inspired by his posture of listening, by his promises of change (especially in some of the areas of US policy that I tracked most last year, including how we treat enemy combatants and the shift I believe will take place in US-sponsored torture), and by the way that people of color and young people and people tired of what has become of the US standing in the world are imagining new things for this country and the people within it. 

now, I want to be careful to say that Obama is not, and should never be confused with Jesus - and some things I believe people are yearning for will only be fulfilled by the Holy Spirit moving and bringing about the kingdom of God here on earth.  People longing for change could mistakenly put messianic hopes onto Obama (there were certainly those who did the same for McCain/Palin) and I would say that's not healthy nor is it loving.  As Christians, we live in the world but are not bound by what fellow humans can promise us.  We live in Christ, the Eternal Hope, who was the ultimate example of how we are to love and live and serve and bring about the kingdom that he began.

ok, my preaching is done.  May you  find encouragement by the words of this corporate prayer we prayed in a church in Philly this weekend:

As we go we call this to mind and therefore are filled with great hope: your mercies never cease. Your compassions never fail.  They are new every morning.  Great is your faithfulness to your people!  Let us rejoice in the real life of Jesus.  May his person be made more real in our hearts. May his love be more fully expressed in our living.  May his joy be our sustenance.  Amen.