Satisfaction Finds You

Cutting the Edge
February 7, 2018

Economic mood swings have inspired various efforts and jobs in my time. Labor intensive indoors or outdoors, such as food preparation and landscaping. Temporary work was all over the place.
I learned different ways companies fail themselves. The best job was at Hewlett Packard after the founders were gone but before institutional thuggery wrested the HP Way away. The job involved the tuning of yttrium, iron and garnet crystalline structure polished into little spheres that could be tuned to pass along a center frequency of up to around 25 Gigahertz with a band of 20 to 100 megahertz. There are interesting dynamics at different frequencies and power levels. Seminars were offered on stuff that i wouldn’t have figured. It was satisfying on more than one level.
There was other financially unfulfilling work that I undertook for different clients as a caregiver.
But financial undercompensation was not the overriding factor in how I felt at the end of a completed shift. Depending on the client, some shifts take more focus and effort than others.
Some folks just need a little help. With a little outside effort, many people can be independent without suffering a lowered quality of life.
There are those who can stay out of the hospital, but for who care is critical. Some folks are too disabled to care for themselves, but an stay out of the hospital with a lot of help at home. What are subtleties barely considered by the able bodied become deal breakers for the disabled. A door sill can be a hurdle. Medication, hygiene and diet can be critically specific undertakings done logically best by those who figure that it should be good to be alive.
Very disabled clients can have supplementary care hours for contingencies. If helps for appointments and incidental difficulties. When twenty-four hour care is not necessary, an invalid may have time in between caregivers. Providing comfortable, hygienic surroundings with access to decent snacks, drink, maybe medicine, phone, etc. kept me there many a supplemental hour that had been noted and I was compensated for. I didn’t watch the clock because I was focused on a proper set up before I could take off. Something moves out place. One thing interferes with another thing. It was one of the most difficult sets of effort I may have ever made. But I would make it. I would finally leave a decent, viable situation with shift gap stability.
It was hard work with mediocre compensation. But it wasn’t a bad job. You feel good when you finish a decent day on a job, but not like that. I was so highly gratified that it could have cured my acrophobia .

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