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work spring meetings II

Mark asked why they’re protesting. Because the first time I asked that question, the person I was asking rolled her eyes and said “Don’t ask,” I’ve decided to actually answer it.

This Wikipedia article is about the movement(s) that protest. The protests are MUCH smaller than they used to be. In Seattle, in 2000, there was a very large to-do. Like all peaceful protests can, it got violent after the involvement of the authorities.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-globalization_movement

The following is my own understanding from my work. I haven’t actually read the Wikipedia article above; this is just what I’ve learned over the last few years working on publications in this area. It’s entirely possible that I’m wrong on much of it.

The World Bank lends money to developing countries and consults with rich country governments on grants and trade. The IMF keeps track of exchange rates and of which countries owe money to who (the “balance of payments”). Aid comes in three forms: trade, loans, and grants. Grants are loans that don’t have to be repaid. Many loans to developing countries are converted to grants, or forgiven, sometimes due to default and sometimes as a reward for developmental milestones.

Basically, these nongovernmental international organizations, and to a lesser extent the United Nations, are very big on promoting free trade between industrialized (“rich” or “developed”) countries (like the US, Japan, Canada, Australia, and western Europe) and developing (poorer) countries (like those in southeast Asia and sub-Saharan Africa). Free trade agreements are seen by some as a way to make it easier for cheap import goods to displace home-grown goods in the local market.

The problem is that these developing countries NEED developed countries as trading partners; without the ability to export goods to countries with the means to pay for them, they’re caught in a cycle where they can’t get any richer. Developing countries need money to establish better infrastructure (roads, schools, hospitals) in order to improve conditions. Improved conditions, especially for women and children, lead to better-educated mothers, which leads to a healthier, longer-lived, better-educated population, which leads to an end to despotic governments and civil wars.

But it all comes down to trade, because none of that great stuff, like well-fed children, accessible schools, smaller families, and healthy (read: HIV-negative) teachers, can happen unless developing countries have money coming in year after year after year: money they earn through selling exports. Some of the anti-globalization groups make the very good point that rich countries’ efforts are better spent building ways for developing countries to trade with *each other*, because most of the existing trade groups meant for that purpose are outdated, ineffectual, and corrupt.

To make it even more complicated, there’s another organization, called the WTO, the World Trade Organization. The WTO is actually supposed to have oversight over international import tariffs (there are also export tariffs, by the way, meaning a country charges a fee to allow producers to ship goods overseas instead of selling them at home). They’re supposed to approve tariffs before they go into effect, and give poorer countries a forum to contest tariffs they see as unfair. Unfortunately, richer countries are better-represented to and within the WTO, and the organization has a tendency to produce policies and rulings that favor rich countries over poor ones.

Many rich countries charge poorer countries huge tariffs for the right to import goods into their markets. For instance, Egypt produces cotton. Egypt can produce more cotton more cheaply than, say, the USA can. But the USA *does* have its own cotton farmers. Through lobbying efforts and “protective” legislation, the USA has laws that mean Egyptian cotton exporters have to pay fees just to compete against American cotton in the marketplace. For many smaller countries with smaller exports, tariffs are so high and take so much profit away that they simply cannot compete; they can’t afford to place their goods into markets where they’re wanted.

Catfish from southeast Asia, shea butter from Africa, and exotic woods from South America are the same way. American catfish farmers were extremely successful in their efforts a few years ago; I don’t know if it’s true in Canada, but here, if you look at catfish at the grocery store, catfish from outside the USA isn’t even *called* catfish. It has a much less familiar name. The reason? Catfish from outside the USA is cheaper, and the catfish farmers’ lobbyists got Congress to pass a labeling law to encourage American consumers to buy the more expensive, more profitable American fish by convincing them the fish from Asia isn’t the same thing. Which it basically is.

The Bank and the IMF are seen by some as working in the interests of large corporations. Outsourcing of tech jobs to India and manufacturing jobs to China is a huge cost-saver for corporations based in rich countries. On the one hand, it leads to better infrastructure and more productive employment for the people living in those countries; on the other, it’s perceived as taking jobs away from people in more affluent countries, where the standard and cost of living are much higher, who are justified in refusing to do them as cheaply. On the one hand, international corporations do developing countries a favor by employing their people. On the other, they do tend to keep to themselves, sometimes maintaining beautiful, modern office campuses right next to the slums where their employees may live, with no effort to improve conditions *around* their own installations. It’s obvious why this can bother people.

The Bank and the IMF are concerned with fixing what’s broken. They were established by a meeting called the Bretton Woods Initiative, which occurred in 1945, when everything WAS broken. These days, the stated mission is an end to poverty. So a good point can be made: both organizations have a mission to ensure their own obsolescence; that is, a world where the Bank and the IMF are successful is a world in which they’re not necessary, and why would they work towards that at all?

work spring meetings

I feel I should mention that today is the first (and will be the only) time in my tenure at the IMF that there are actual protesters and newscasters outside.

It’s kind of weird walking past more than the usual number of security guards with my all-access pass. I feel like a cog.

shopping Well, I did it.

CDI paid me, and I … well … I spent some of it.

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The accompanying Hogwarts crest–engraved iPod will be in hand tomorrow.

That means, tomorrow I’m going to see STEPHEN KELLOGG AND THE SIXERS at the 9:30 Club, and I have a new iPod.

Also, the job interview this morning went really well. They weren’t nearly as Christian as I’d feared; they just wanted to be sure I was aware of the kind of business they’re in and that I was open to doing it, which is what I was hoping for. We got along well, and supposedly I’ll be talking to someone else soon about technical things. Their whole production staff now is in Orlando, so that will either be a phone interview or I’ll have to wait for them to fly someone up here.

Edited to add:

Check out the help menu on an application I just ran for the first time in months and now realize must have been a beta.

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work Perils of online job-hunting

So I saw this ad in the Post:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wl/jobs/JS_JobSearchDetail?jobid=21261966

Sounds amazing, right? The top of the stated pay range is what I earn now. InDesign CS2 is my bread and butter. Books are what I want to make. And it’s in Fairfax. At route 50 and Waples Mill. Basically a block from Lisa’s. Great! Almost too good to be true!

The name of the company is there, so I go to the site. And I find this.
http://www.xulonpress.com/faith-statement.htm

UH, NO.

I find that I’m disgusted by the idea of degrading *my* values by applying for a job at a place like that. But am I doubling back on my standards by saying so? When the job and the location and the pay are perfect, aren’t I being closed-minded to abandon the idea because of the company’s religious affiliation?

What gets me is that the books they publish don’t look so bad. Some of them are about the Bible as literature. Many are personal reflections. I don’t think it would particularly bother me to work on books like that, especially for a vanity publisher like this. I fully understand that the author’s opinion doesn’t have to be mine, and that these authors are paying for a service.

My worries about this irony are put mostly to rest by the fact that they use the phrase “we at Xulon Press” to express their statement of faith. That says to me that they speak for all their employees, and it would be wrong in two ways to consider working there because I don’t share that belief: both deceiving them and compromising myself.

So I’m not applying for it. But I can’t think of ANYTHING else a company could possibly put on their website that would make me make this decision. I would gladly work for a gay publishing house, but I won’t work for a Christian one. Doesn’t that make me a bigot too?

media Just a tiny tiny update

Nothing beats watching “Battlestar Galactica” DVDs for $85 an hour.

Except maybe if it wasn’t quite so cold down here.

technology Update

I have, I think, five crossword puzzles to post. I just want you to know this so you don’t think I’ve abandoned them, as I really enjoy posting them, and so you don’t think I’ve gone insane when they all show up at once. Maybe tomorrow.

At work recently I was looking through the approved/standard software list on the intranet. This screenshot shows how outdated certain sections of this list are.

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Nice, eh? System 8.6 became obsolete with the release of System 9. Which was in October of 1999.

work Here’s what just happened to me.

I went to the ladies’ room. While I was washing my hands, one of the Mac users came in. She basically accosted me for not having an office nearer hers, because she had questions. I told her she could always email me, but she said she can’t email while she’s working. This woman has three computers on her desk, but whatever.

She then proceeded to tell me all her InDesign problems. WHILE SHE WAS PEEING.

Now, it’s one thing for a close friend, a partner, a child, or a family member to talk to you while she’s peeing. It’s entirely another thing for a colleague to do this at work. On your seventh day at a new job. I had no idea what to do with myself.

At least she closed the stall door.

work Thoughts on the first day

My paralyzing fear dissipated somewhere along the line. I slept for ages last night (I think I went to bed before eight), and I never had the heart-racing nervousness I expected. It was colder this morning than I thought it’d be, and I waited ten extra minutes for the bus because the 7:50 simply never showed up.

This is why, by the way:
School Bus, Metro Bus Crash Injures Four

That’s about a mile from my house, at the bottom of the hill where the 12C/D turns to go through my neighborhood. The accident happened around 7, so while it wasn’t the bus on the way to get me yet, it was probably the same bus that should have. I’m glad I didn’t find out about this until I got home.

I got to the IMF around 9:05 because of the missing bus, got through security with minimum ridiculousness (I did have to get wanded because I set off the metal detector, probably with the buckles on my shoes). Then I asked for the tough cookie at reception, and they left two messages. At 9:30 I called the staffing company to ask for another contact, and she gave me two more names, including the guy who actually interviewed me. The cookie never appeared all day, but the second person, the Mac support guy, was away from his desk because he’d been waiting for me at the other building’s entrance. Oops.

I was given a very nice cube with a very nice desk. I have a bookcase, two overhead cabinets (though one is locked and I don’t have the key), a really cool rolling drawer unit with a padded top that’s obviously designed to be a guest seat (seriously, how smart), and an L-shaped desk made of three units. The cord-management nonsense that’s usually ignored in these desks and cubes is actually properly set up, so plugging things in is really easy. The desks have an interchangeable crank thing to adjust their heights, which is also cool, and my chair has seven adjustment levers. Opposite the entrance to the cube is a usually-closed office door. The office’s occupant seems perfectly nice, but we haven’t actually been introduced. My point is that my cube doesn’t face another cube, and really no one can see me.

The phone isn’t set up yet, though it does work internally. I have a PostScript laser printer on my desk (a welcome first) and every part of a Dell PC except the actual computer (which is supposed to show up tomorrow). And, because the only person I really spent any time with today is the Mac support guy, I already have a G5 tower (another first) and a brand-new 20“ Apple display. This is a beautiful computer. I kept petting it. There are still G4s in service there, but you gotta respect an organization whose default new Mac install is a dual-processor G5 and a widescreen flat-panel display.

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Note I am using the PC’s mouse. I can’t stand a mouse without a scroll wheel anymore.

In a big fuck-you to Shelley, I drank not one but two Cokes at my desk today, and I even ate lunch (a chicken caesar salad) there. The cafeteria is almost as good as the one at the Bank, which is pretty cool. Many stations, many cuisines, many choices. I never actually asked if I could eat at my desk, but I guess it’s alright, since no one said anything, and the salad was right there in the open while I picked the cheese and croutons out of it all afternoon.

The office is a little cold, and the tunnels and hallways and elevators are an ineffable mystery. I’ve figured out how to get from my desk to the publications/graphics department and how to get from my desk to the outside world and how to get from my desk to the tunnel that connects the two buildings. How to do any of those in reverse is still a little fuzzy. If it wasn’t all mostly below ground level (no cell phone reception except if you stand under a skylight), I’d consider it a fair excuse to buy a GPS. It’s seriously daunting. I didn’t even pee today because I’m not quite sure where the bathroom is, and you need a badge to come back into the office after you go. I sincerely hope I get my badge tomorrow. If I don’t, it’ll be Thursday, as they don’t take pictures on Wednesdays.

Lastly, as most of my family and close friends know what my hourly rate is, I feel no guilt in stating that today I made two hundred and forty dollars. That’s … a lot of pudding.

work The new job starts tomorrow.

I could not be more paralyzed with fear. I’m supposed to report to someone who isn’t any of the four people who interviewed me, which is odd. I haven’t gotten up early or taken a shower in the morning or anything sensible in ages. I don’t know if I even CAN get up early enough to arrive downtown at 9am, which I never really had to do (I used to work 10ish to 7ish at CDI, the alternative being 9ish to 7ish). I have no idea what the dress code is, and I only really have two good pairs of pants. I’ve been sick with the flu, allergies, and a cold since last Sunday, and while I can breathe a little better today, my entire face is chapped and red. The staffing agency girl told me very early on that the man who manages their contract staff at the IMF is “a tough cookie.” I was interviewed by permanent staff, not contractors, and told that my contract would be separate from the embedded staff arrangement the cookie manages. Of course I’m supposed to ask for the cookie when I get in tomorrow. I’ve never met him and I’m scared of him. What on earth does it mean when a man is described as “a tough cookie”? The scenario in my head has me showing up late through no fault of my own, the front desk security staff being unable to locate this man because he isn’t permanent staff, and him showing up as some sort of cigar-chomping Edward G. Robinson type and telling me I’m underdressed and that broads (he says “broads” in my head) are expected to wear skirts or dresses. I could not be more paralyzed with fear.

work Guess what they JUST said.

They just found out I have some html/css knowledge and basically said if that’s the case and I could be useful in those projects too that they could definitely offer me a full-time job.

They just up and said it. Yay.

But I really need to take a Dreamweaver class to get up to speed. I wonder if there’s any way I could hook that up.

I hated HATED hated working on html projects at CDI because it was so assumed, so black-hole, so one-directional. Here, there are other people who are web people full-time, and it’d be different.

I know when I left Bowne I said CDI would be different, too, but it’s different now. They’ve been hinting about wanting me full-time for months, but for her to come right out and say it is just great.

Since I’ve already been here so long, their fee to the temp agency would be reduced. And they could pay me HALF what they’re paying the temp agency to have me here and I’d STILL be making more money than I ever have. I’m just saying.

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