While I'm not showing up at the blog lately, I have a really good excuse. Last fall I got involved with something called UniverCity Connections, a joint initiative between downtown Fort Collins and Colorado State University which sits pretty much in the middle of town. Seven or eight task groups formed to spend six months developing projects and initatiatives to move our city forward. The task groups dealt with issues such as transportation, arts, and business development. Our group focused on inclusivity and sensitivity. You may also call it diversity.
Our team phase is over, but we are now left with the option to try and impliment our project ideas. I confess our group lost its steam. So I implemented DiverCity Cafe, a weekly informal coffee klatch to see if we could keep moving forward. It's been slow-going and poorly attended, but we may be gathering a little steam. Some new people have come and are promoting Cafe. And we are slowly inching forward. Granted, I'm doing more than I had wanted to, but not more than is comfortable. And I'm meeting great new people.
The funny thing about my participation is that, Manzanar aside, I really don't have a background in diversity and social justice issues. I don't work in the field like most of the people on the task group. What I've got going for me is a fierce and undeniable belief in the power of civic engagement and social capital. I think I'm more passionate about that than the actual issues of diversity, although it's a close race.
So my thing that I can do is show up. Every week. DiverCity Cafe will keep going as long as I keep showing up. Yes, I have many other qualities that contribute to our initiatives and goals. But the one that's gonna make it all work is the most basic.
Learn more about I Am Fort Collins right now. And if you're in town, you can show up too!
Friday, March 15, 2013
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
The Hair Report
In other news, my fab haircutter, Sara, and I have seemingly stumbled upon the sweet spot between being taken for a chemo patient (too short) and the turf war between my cowlick in the back and goatlick (mini-cowlick) in the front (too long). I've been getting compliments (multiple) from strangers (all women, natch) about my super-short hair. So, hurray for small victories. I hope you're having some too.
Monday, March 4, 2013
Crazy
For many people, the seemingly endless shenanigans in Washington over budget negotiations may be infuriating or frustrating or perhaps even a non-issue. But for many of us directly tied to government spending, it has been downright stressful. I am a permanent full-time federal employee. You may have an opinion about that in and of itself. I will state up front that many of us do greatly value the security and benefits that come with this job (although you should know that federal retirement changed over a decade ago and is significantly less generous than it used to be). Still, job security is really great. But many of my coworkers accept the benefits in exchange for a higher salary that could be made in the private sector doing many of the jobs in the National Park Service that require advanced degrees and very specific technical expertise. Really, we do it because we love our agency—the mission, the resources, the park service family, the sense of service.
In addition, many of my coworkers are not permanent, full-time staff. The government has many ways around that. So that the first to go are the seasonal employees, the term employees up for renewal, and the contracted employees—very essential members of our team. Around the country, thousands of workers receive a paycheck from companies contracted by the federal government to provide some essential service or product. Some people's idea that federal spending goes into a void is not borne out in my experience. I can point to a hundred ways that federal spending affects my daily life.
You may say that now that the sequester is in place, at least we can move forward with our new budget reality; as one person said last week: instead of continuing to try to do more with less, maybe it’s time we come to terms with doing less with less. Yes, contrary to the many stereotypes of government workers, the vast majority of my colleagues have been busting their asses for years trying to make do without a retired employee who won’t be replaced, or with fewer seasonal hires this year, or restructuring to reduce the amount of admin staff. But in fact the new reality is that uncertainty is still a way of life and we really will have to do less. Will we have a budget? A new continuing resolution? A shutdown? Can we perform the essential tasks required to protect park resources and provide for the enjoyment and education of our visitors? Which of our essential tasks in the end will be deemed unessential? Hard to say.
In the midst of Washington power games, here in my office we’ve been facing a redesign of our office space. We take up too much space, too big a footprint, according to GSA (the agency both in charge of federal real estate and known for …um…boondoggling, to put it nicely). So for the past year, we’ve been planning for a complete re-design of our office building, putting most of us in 8’x8’ cubicles. Fortunately or unfortunately, there have been delays. Now, we will surely be delayed again with the sequester. Why spend money on an unnecessary building re-design when Rome is burning? Yet today, our chiefs were asked to sit down and assign the cubicles on the drawings to our staff members. The insanity.
So while I’m getting off easy on the sequester—my job seems secure for now—it does feel like I’m taking crazy pills.
In addition, many of my coworkers are not permanent, full-time staff. The government has many ways around that. So that the first to go are the seasonal employees, the term employees up for renewal, and the contracted employees—very essential members of our team. Around the country, thousands of workers receive a paycheck from companies contracted by the federal government to provide some essential service or product. Some people's idea that federal spending goes into a void is not borne out in my experience. I can point to a hundred ways that federal spending affects my daily life.
You may say that now that the sequester is in place, at least we can move forward with our new budget reality; as one person said last week: instead of continuing to try to do more with less, maybe it’s time we come to terms with doing less with less. Yes, contrary to the many stereotypes of government workers, the vast majority of my colleagues have been busting their asses for years trying to make do without a retired employee who won’t be replaced, or with fewer seasonal hires this year, or restructuring to reduce the amount of admin staff. But in fact the new reality is that uncertainty is still a way of life and we really will have to do less. Will we have a budget? A new continuing resolution? A shutdown? Can we perform the essential tasks required to protect park resources and provide for the enjoyment and education of our visitors? Which of our essential tasks in the end will be deemed unessential? Hard to say.
In the midst of Washington power games, here in my office we’ve been facing a redesign of our office space. We take up too much space, too big a footprint, according to GSA (the agency both in charge of federal real estate and known for …um…boondoggling, to put it nicely). So for the past year, we’ve been planning for a complete re-design of our office building, putting most of us in 8’x8’ cubicles. Fortunately or unfortunately, there have been delays. Now, we will surely be delayed again with the sequester. Why spend money on an unnecessary building re-design when Rome is burning? Yet today, our chiefs were asked to sit down and assign the cubicles on the drawings to our staff members. The insanity.
So while I’m getting off easy on the sequester—my job seems secure for now—it does feel like I’m taking crazy pills.
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