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Short blog posts, journal entries, and random thoughts. Topics include a mix of personal and the world at large.

Not enough juice

We are about two months away from the annual new iPhone launch in September (typically). I cannot wait to get a new one this year, because the battery life on my current iPhone 14 Pro has been the worse I’ve ever used. (And I’ve had every single iPhone since the 7.) The iPhone is famous for robust battery life compared to the Android competition. In my experience, this has been very true. I’ve never had to plug my iPhone in mid-day to top up the battery ever. It’s never gone down past 20% at the end of the day even in my heaviest usage days.

That is, until the iPhone 14 Pro. 10 months in, the battery life have not held up to standards. These days I’m down to 20% by the time I get home from work in the early evening. Mind you this is without any heavy usage of social media apps whatsoever. I’m only chatting with friends on Signal and reading ebooks on Kindle. I joked to my friends that I’ve become just like them: having to charge the phone battery during the day, otherwise risk running out of juice.

The forthcoming iPhone 15 Pro could have zero new features - only improved battery life, and I would still happily do the yearly upgrade.

Obviously, this is the most first world of problems. Here’s some quick perspective to bring me back down to earth. A new coworker of mine recently remarked that in all of his previous jobs, he’s never had the major holidays off. In the typical service industry-type jobs, the holidays is when you definitely have to show up for work. That’s where the money is made: restaurants needs tables filled, shows need to go on, and parcels need delivering. That coworker’s remark is a humbling reminder that I’m so lucky to only have had jobs where major holidays are actually a thing.

It reminded me of my younger (than me by 10 years) brother. He’s currently working his way up from the bottom at entry-level service jobs. There are no holidays off. And should he wish to take any time off, he has to find others to cover his shift. A two week vacation? He can certainly take one, but just don’t come back to work afterwards. It’s tough work for not that much pay. Fingers crossed he can eventually find a job that provide proper benefits and time off - like my coworker did.

A decade has passed

Last week at work there was a celebration of years-of-service milestones for the campus staff (in increments of five years). I was amongst the group celebrating 10 years of service time. A full decade has passed since I became full-time staff at the university - what a thing to realize! So much for seeing this job as something temporary before moving on to something more pertinent (I’ve got a degree in business, after all). 10 years on, I don’t see myself changing from this - unless something drastic happens. I’m in it until the end.

And honestly, that is not a bag thing at all. This campus job is steady, I’m reasonably decent at it, and during off hours I never have to think about it. The stress to income ratio is just about right. Most of my friends make more than I do, but I wouldn’t want their stress and work schedules. Besides, comparing yourself to others is how you end up feeling bad about somehow not being as “ambitious.” Asian parents will definitely get on you for not striving for more (money).

But that would be living to the expectation of others. The want for a (supposedly) higher station in life should come from within: striving for the sake of striving itself. What you don’t want is to feel trapped in the momentum of a certain path, as dictated by society. People are so focused on achieving the next thing they never stop to think whether that next thing is even something they intrinsically want. Adding to the problem is their lifestyle have already acquiesced to a certain level of income (lifestyle creep). They can’t get off the hamster wheel: private school for the kids needs paying.

I feel lucky to have avoided that trap. More money would be nice, but the additional stress that inevitably comes from it is not worth trading life energy for. I work so that I don’t have to work, if you get what I mean.

Good for you, my friend

Recently, one of good friends announced he has accepted a position as associate dean of students at a local private university. The hard work of getting both his masters and doctorate (in education, I’m guessing) is finally paying off. Also needs paying off are his student loans, though surely that’s quite more doable now that his salary is in the six-figures.

After expressing congratulation and happiness to my friend, I immediately followed it with self-reflection on my own situation. Perhaps I too should look for greener pastures and higher yearly pay. Amongst our friend group, I would now be making the least by a considerable margin. Comparison is the thief of joy indeed. Look at the professional success of my friends! Oh god I am falling behind…

Upon further reflection, however, I once again realized I am very happy with where I work and how much I make. Would it be nice to make more money? Sure; who doesn’t want to be ever more comfortable, to buy the expensive things, or have the fun experiences. But there’s trade-offs in earning more, and usually that means time. Take my good friend for example: those years of post-undergraduate school was a significant investment in time.

Most importantly, a larger paycheck and more things aren’t going to make me any happier. Take it from me: I’ve spent six-figures on my dream car. The euphoria from monetary and material achievements lasts only a few weeks. Then you go back to your previous baseline. As my favorite page in Chuck Palahniuk’s Consider This (that’s the guy who wrote Fight Club) reads:

I do lift

Part of doing IT support on a college campus is that sometimes we have to transport quite a few things to and from classrooms. A dozen or so computers altogether becomes very heavy quickly when it’s loaded onto one cart. This is the grunt work that goes on behind the scenes; it isn’t all just done with a keyboard. Who says IT support isn’t a physical job?

I always jump at the chance to do the heavy lifting stuff, because it’s really good exercise. I see it as getting paid to workout. It means I can skip an actual workout session. Pushing a cart full of monitors is far less boring than doing kettlebell swings a hundred times. Why restrain myself in my every day life just because I exercise consistently? It’s like the guy at hotels who valets his luggage but then goes to the hotel gym to workout.

Carrying the bags himself would have achieved the same thing, and more productive.

Of course, I am lucky that my work isn’t the constantly back-breaking type. I wouldn’t be saying any of this if I were a roofer. On most days, it truly is just sitting in front of a computer screen. Which is why it’s even more important to be active when I get the chance. It’s rather perverse when you think about it: white collar jobs need to find ways to keep their workers from becoming the equivalent of couch potatoes. I do very much appreciate my standing desk.

Never miss an opportunity to exert and use some muscles. I can always rest when I get home.

Your best, no matter what

It’s been said that if you’e not cynical or jaded about your job, you just haven't work there long enough. As a relatively younger person amongst the ranks, I often see it in coworkers who have been there longer. My optimism and willingness to go the extra steps often gets perceived not so much with disdain, but a disapproving head shake. It seems my more experienced colleagues have gone down this road before, keen to tamper my enthusiasm with the realities of the real world.

Perhaps they are right, and soon enough I too will collect enough years to become this apathetic. From my perspective right now, however, I think such cynicism is such a terrible way to go about work.

In a customer-facing job, there’s always going to be a certain percentage who are difficult to deal with. I don’t think that should mean we deal with those customers with any less attention and care than the rest. Even if some of them don’t deserve any amount of pleasant treatment, providing good service is still my job. Is it always going to be worth the effort? Probably not, but then again why should I change how I do things just because someone is tough to handle?

They deserve the same treatment as a customer who isn’t as needy.

Mind you this isn’t about immolating myself to keep other warm: outright rudeness will never be tolerated. Though it goes both ways, doesn’t it? I shouldn’t meet rudeness with more of it in return. It accomplishes nothing, only making the situation worse.

I greatly appreciate the guidance and wisdom of my older coworkers. I draw from their well of knowledge daily. However, I highly disagree with their learned cynicism, and I endeavor to not become like that the longer I stay on this job.

Survivor's guilt

With the world having turned upside down for so many Americans in losing their jobs and the massive amount of uncertainty that brings, it’s a somewhat awkward feeling from where I am standing in comparison. I’m immensely lucky to have kept my employment through this COVID-19 pandemic, and the rest of my family is doing alright as well. News of millions of people filing for unemployment brings me slight pangs of unease, that I am somehow undeserving to not be amongst the unfortunate. I am not all that special, so why has the lady of luck chose me?

That sense of guilt regarding my relative prosperity during this coronavirus situation gets turn into anxiety over if and when the pendulum of hurt will swing towards me, that the wheel of fortune will surely begin a downward fall from its heights. So then I overdo and overthink it when it comes to work, on the silly belief that I have to work extra hard to be deserving of me being okay while so many others are not. That’s when I start to become careless about details, and worrying about things that I have no control over. If another team is particularly busy with tasks, I would feel bad about not contributing, even though it’s decidedly not my area of expertise and focus.

This sort of useless grasping is super tiring, and not productive at all from a work standpoint and that of mental health. But I cannot help to be sucked into that line of thought from time to time, especially when I’ve just read on the news about companies laying off employees, or State budgets getting obliterated due to the shutdown. There must be something I have to do to keep my positive situation static, so I extend myself in fretting over things I have absolutely no control over.

And that’s a fraught path to go down. The fact that I have a job that the pandemic have not adversely affected is by pure chance. I am entirely grateful for it, obviously, and the only thing I can do is to continue execute tasks at work to the best I can. It’s not helpful to feel bad about being fine during this quarantine, and that I’m greatly looking forward to the end of sheltering-in-place. I shall deal with events as they arrived, rather than being anxious about potentialities. As of right now, everything is okay.

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Here comes the pain

With the economy practically coming to a stand-still for the better part of three months, we know there will be plenty of consequences. Some are more immediate, like the overwhelmed hospitals in New York, and some are more laggard indicators. One such item is how States will deal with the enormous budget shortfall stemming from the coronavirus stoppages. Unlike the federal government, States have a mandate to balance their budgets; therefore should revenue come up short, the expense side of the equation must acquiesce.

Today in California, our governor announced a revised budget for the coming fiscal year, accounting for the utter financial damage COVID-19 has wrought on the economy. Cuts are happening, and of consequence to me is the funding for the CSU system. Within the new calculations is a 10-percent cut to the general fund for the public university system, which represents a significant chunk of the overall CSU budget. How that will materially affect campus operations - and my very own employment prospects at San Francisco State - remains to be seen, though I would not be surprised if temporary cuts to salaries - in the form of furlough days - is going to be a thing.

Because the biggest expense is labor, of course, and with news that California will be asking State employees to take a 10-percent pay-cut, I don’t see how workers at the CSU would be spared from the trimming. Furloughs happened after the great financial crash of 2008, so it’s very likely to happen again for this current crisis. A modest decrease in salary is magnitudes better than flat-out losing employment, something over 18-million Americans have had to face with in just the past month. We should consider ourselves lucky if the worse of this is only slightly less money coming into the bank account each month.

From a different perspective, a 10-percent salary cut is roughly equal to the amount of raises CSUEU members (the employees union I belong to) received in the past four years combined. We would simply be back to our 2016 pay levels, which doesn’t seem so bad. For sure it will hurt - I don’t exempt myself from those feelings - but it could be worse: have a look at the scores fo tech workers who got laid off from UBER and AirBnb just last week.

Much like the coronavirus, the economic pain stemming from it is a shared burden by us all.