Wednesday, August 31, 2016

There's No "I" in Team


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My role in most of my work life was service and support to others - my superiors, my customers or both.  I did primarily administrative support work, in a number of industries over 40+ years.  When I was much younger, I worked in retail sales and in restaurants as a server.  I was also a travel agent.  Especially as I got older, I would occasionally take on a leadership role (unofficially!) on a project or in an area of specialized knowledge.

Although I am a perennial student, I do not have a college degree.  Goals and focus were not my strong suit in my younger days, and I found it too challenging to make up for lost time by attending night school in addition to full time jobs as adult.  So despite being a relatively smart person, my promotional opportunities were quite limited by lack of a "paper background".  Looking back, I realize I also lacked skill at office politics. My "only child" and increasingly opinionated personality is not ideal for team building.  I was never one to just do what I was told as a low ranking subordinate. "We don't pay you to think!" was the message I received in most jobs I held.


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At almost 67, I've worked as a freelance personal assistant since 2007.  I created this venture with the vision of raising the standard of care in the senior companion (aka caregiving) profession.  Despite my work history in primarily "pink collar" jobs, I have always tried to add value to my job, and perform to a high standard.  "A job worth doing is worth doing well", as my mother used to say.  Instead of large and small offices, I'm now working one-on-one with clients who need help with activities of daily living and/or paperwork organizing.

One of the most difficult clients I served was in late 2011.  She was a referral client, in her early 80's, widowed for twelve years.  She needed organizing so she could file her taxes.  She had a dated and very somber home in a nice area.  It was like a mausoleum of old Scotty dog figurines, dusty storage boxes, her late husband's old military uniforms, that one often finds with the elderly who would prefer that things did not change.  Although I was not warned by our mutual friend, she was a hoarder.  The home was not as bad as the TLC TV series on hoarding, Buried Alive but there were many piles and boxes of paperwork on the floor along the walls, in every closet and in the garage.

I worked very hard for her for about four months, and I made tremendous progress organizing her den, bedrooms, closets and garage.  Getting her to discard anything was extremely challenging and she was very snappish with me, which was not helpful to the project, nor to my desire to live a peaceful life.  She clearly had an anxiety disorder which is said to be one cause of hoarding - OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder.  The workings of her mind did not match up with mine - to me it was a cleaning and organizing project, to her, each envelope, magazine, charitable solicitation, voter's guide or greeting card saved represented her life.  I finally had to give her notice and I moved on.  A few months later I phoned her, and a caregiver answered and said she was resting.  I left a message and got a call back from her doctor's medical assistant, who had volunteered to stay with her since she had been hospitalized not long after I had stopped working for her and was then on hospice.  She died shortly thereafter.  She had no family, and few friends due to her hoarding disorders.  It was a sad outcome, since all my months of back breaking work, and attempts to reason with her ended up just making it easier for her fiduciaries - Union Bank - to clean out the place and prepare the house for sale.  I always wondered if they discovered an antique diamond broach I knew she had hidden, or if someone just put it in their pocket. 

I still find as much resistance with my freelance clients as I experienced in both small and large offices I worked in previously.   Getting from Point A to Point B with just one person can be as challenging as being a member of a often dysfunctional team in a "real job".  Despite superficial agreement on what I've been hired to accomplish, beneath the surface, there is often little agreement on objectives, strategies, processes and timeline.  We all see things "our way" and want to be heard more than we want to listen.  Ego?  Control?  Yes.

I've learned many times as a freelancer, that being hired to accomplish a certain objective does not mean I will actually get it accomplished!  Often, the client will sabotage the project either by procrastination or lack of availability, or stubbornly clinging to "their way" of (not) doing the project.  Often I get "attitude" to boot as if the undone mess they find themselves in is my fault! It's a "don't shoot the messenger" moment, that I am just getting too old to tolerate.  These mind games and mini-power struggles never appealed to me when I was younger, and they sure don't now.

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I frequently find myself frustrated with my clients, although as a freelancer, I care for them probably more than I cared for many of my colleagues in my past "real jobs".  Caring does not make it easier for me to set and achieve goals with them, in fact it makes it harder.  My clients become dependent on me, since they lack the skills to manage and organize their lives on their own, due to aging or physical and mental health challenges.  I am compassionate with their circumstances but I tire of trying to be a "life coach" and find myself "talking to the hand".  It is a growth opportunity for me to try and refute some of these excuses I hear from my clients, without coming on too strong and being offensive. 

There is a fine line between pushing the client too hard trying to accomplish what they've hired me for, and letting them run amok, including squandering our scheduled time together, thru cancellations, chit chat, mood swings or adding new and impulsive projects on top of the many old things undone.  I try to patiently explain that it isn't OK to wait to feel like doing some of these projects, since no one ever really feels like going thru closets and downsizing or doing financial paperwork.  Somehow a small amount of self discipline could work.  In my humble opinion.  But I am only the consultant, the customer is always right, right?  My mantra, "it's their life". We are on the same journey, sort of, but it is far from easy to chart a course. 

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

She Works Hard for the Money



Loving this old song, which is now stuck in my head!

Before moving on, I've been wanting to write a final "catch up" post covering some of the work related challenges I've faced in my aging journey during the past couple of years.  When I moved to the coast at the end of 2013- only about 25 miles away - my personal and professional network all but evaporated.

I thought I might get established first and work a "real job" as a part time receptionist at a nearby senior community.  I scoured Craigslist and the other job sites for positions of this nature.  I got a few call backs, but generally these jobs had really wacky schedules which did not appeal to this old girl who needs her home time and beauty rest in a big way!  Routine matters as we get older!

Around January of 2014, I applied to work at an online startup relating to senior housing as admin support.  We spoke on the phone but he hired someone else.   In March, he contacted me again for another role he was looking to fill.  This role he called "Munk" (Chip - munk, get it?) for his senior housing ratings and review website ChipperList.  My role was to visit, tour and review the major senior housing communities in San Diego that he designated.  I was an independent contractor, and could set my own schedule and to a great extent, design my own job.

Since I had recent experience in senior services through family, volunteer and paid positions, this was a dream job for me!  The founder, Chip was super smart - a Millennial software engineer.  It was a pleasure to connect with another advocate for quality senior care and transparency to the consumer!

I worked very hard for him, touring, reviewing, researching and then developing what I called my "community outreach" role - basically promoting the website to consumers and senior services professionals.  I also blogged and wrote a monthly newsletter for him.  Great gig!

Chip ran into cash flow issues at the end of 2014 - his business model is unique and ahead of its time.  Senior housing is dominated by Corporate America and we were competing with "placement agencies" who function like Realtors - free to the customer, but big commission paid by the senior community to the placement company "senior advisor".  So in effect, the "advisers" are working hand-in-hand with the communities, and not necessarily representing the best interest of the senior housing consumer.  Chip's revenue model was similar to the YELP model.

After some other efforts to reinvent the business and find investors, Chip put it on hold.  I was heartbroken and so disappointed.  I don't think I've ever grieved for leaving a job the way I grieved for this one going away.  Working with ChipperList was more than a gig, it was a meaningful cause.

Late in 2014 I had responded to a Craigslist post from a local artist, Lori Wylie Richardson, who needed some filing done.  In 2015, my role soon expanded into catching up her bookkeeping on QuickBooks.  I am not a bookkeeper, but my decades of admin skills and excellent paperwork organizing abilities pay off very well with bookkeeping, as long as I can turn it all over to an actual accountant!  Lori's business finances came a long way during the months we worked together, before she moved her home and her studio into downtown San Diego.  In Googling her to get her website link for this post, I see she now has a gallery!

In 2015 I helped a dear friend with organizing her apartment and her paperwork for her taxes.  Later, I started organizing paperwork for a local couple - the husband was very ill and the wife was constantly overwhelmed with her role as his primary caregiver.

In early 2016 I responded to a Craigslist ad for a senior companion.  The very nice woman who posted the ad lives in a senior community right down the street from me!  We are a great match and I am still working with both of these two local organizing clients, focusing on daily money management - I plan to join this association in 2017.

Working hard for the money seems to change very little as we age!  I've always added value to whatever job I've had, or to my many clients' lives.   My hair is a little less big than Donna Summer's (and mine) was back in 1983 but I'm still kicking - though not as high!

Friday, July 15, 2016

Going coastal and sometimes postal...2014

The move from inland to the coast at the end of 2013 was all the more stressful due to a brief and failed romantic involvement with "a friend" of almost four years.  He was the son of one of my senior companion clients - a lovely upbeat and active woman, whom I met when she was 99. 

Call me crazy for not seeing that one coming.  I was so distracted by my downsizing, home sale and moving I was not thinking clearly.  Relationships later in life are surely possible if both partners make a huge effort to get through the inevitable conflicts and obstacles, but that's where "possible" devolves into quite a bit of risk.

Fast forward through the upheaval of my move, the unwelcome blur of the holidays and on to the New Year 2014 - I was in a new environment, just far enough that I had to reestablish all my connections - where to get gas, get my hair cut, change doctor and dentist, where to shop, work out etc.  I met a few women friends - always my saving grace - and they gave me a warm welcome.

I learned my new neighborhood by getting lost, which seems kind of symbolic of life in general at times.  I'd go into a strip mall for an errand, and get lost on the way out, since I wasn't familiar with all the streets and how to end up where I wanted to go!  I learned my way to my favorite beaches to walk and look at the waves.  I signed up for some classes at the local community college, joined a gym and made some inquiries into a couple of organizations and volunteer projects of interest.  That's the advice they give to seniors, yes?  Stay busy?  Works for me.