NICE WORK
IF YOU CAN GET IT
For almost six months, while enduring a miserable
commute from my home in San
Mateo to San Francisco, no new employment opportunity came my way. Then, in
January 1967, this want ad appeared in the San
Francisco Chronicle:
Purchasing Agent;
Utility Company; Phoenix, Arizona. Applicants should
have both M.E. and MBA degrees. Interviews limited to this day only.
My heart pounded. I matched this job’s qualifications.
At noon I raced
over to the address given and submitted my resume to a man who introduced
himself as the Personnel Director.
"It’s excellent, and I am certain my colleague
would want to interview you when he returns from lunch. His title is Manager, Supply Department, and he is
the person doing the hiring. Can you wait for him?"
My mind raced feverishly.
“No. I must get back to work in a half hour.”
I asked, "Do you have dinner plans?"
"We haven't made any, but we'll most likely eat at
some restaurant on Fisherman’s Wharf. We both love salmon. Afterwards, we’ll be
driving to Sacramento to conduct more interviews tomorrow before returning to
Arizona.”
A wild,
off-the-wall, thought hit me.
"My car is parked at the train station in Millbrae. Would you consider driving me there after work? Just
minutes away from the depot is a wonderful restaurant located on the bay whose
specialty is salmon. You can interview me as we travel down the freeway. After
you dine, you can cross the San Mateo Bridge and be on your way to Sacramento."
To my great delight, he accepted my bizarre suggestion.
After work, I sprinted over to meet him and his colleague and hopped in the
back seat of their rental car. As we proceeded up the ramp onto the highway, my
interview began. It went along these lines:
"Why do you want this job?" one of them posed.
“Just look around. How would you like to put up with
this traffic every day? That’s why I commute by train. Commuting to San Francisco from my home in San Mateo is nerve wracking and time consuming. It rains here
frequently. I need to relocate someplace where it’s sunny and commuting less
strenuous.”
The other one said, "In this job, you'll have to
interact with various engineering groups and institute new purchasing practices
and procedures. What experience do you have in this regard?"
“I wrote and delivered a technical paper to an
engineering society, have years of Toastmasters training, am fair-minded,
flexible, and have a great sense of humor. These traits and skills allow me to
work closely with co-workers and management.”
"You will be supervising personnel who have no
academic training beyond high school. How do you propose to interact with
them?"
"I'm a good teacher, able to instruct people, a
person who listens and weighs options before taking action. My education will
help facilitate my ability to communicate with staff. I don’t talk down to my
children or to employees.”
Not all of this was true, of course, but I hoped it
would make a favorable impression. As the interview continued, I laced my
responses with witty or pointed stories that seemed appropriate, conversing with
these two strangers as if they were old friends.
“My prior employment responsibilities mesh with those
needed to fill this position,” I said authoritatively, hoping that neither of
them knew the specifics of corporate purchasing.
"What salary had you in mind?"
"I require ten percent more than I am currently
earning." In truth, I would have taken the job for a cut in pay of that
amount.
"That might be possible. This position has an
additional benefit, a company take-home car to use for commuting to work."
Visions of sugar plums danced in my head. Are you kidding me? What a great benefit. It’s worth more than the salary increase
mentioned.
Before the interview ended, I summarized my
qualifications: an excellent job record which included corporate purchasing
experience, a stable family life, an undergraduate and a graduate degree that
precisely met their job requirements, a confident bearing, and an eagerness and
willingness to relocate. Could there be a
better candidate? I hoped not.
Imagine my delight when a letter arrived a few weeks later
from Salt River Project offering me the job. It read, in part, "Anyone
capable of conducting an interview while seated in the back seat of a car
traveling 70 mph down a freeway deserves to be hired." My heart leaped for
joy.
At about the same time, Boeing offered me a job in Seattle. It came nowhere close to matching SRP’s
offer which I accepted immediately. My new employer not only raised my salary ten percent, they agreed to
provide me with a company car for commuting purposes, and pay our moving
expenses.
I had to report for work on March 6, 1967 . This presented a challenge to our household. We
decided that Angie would remain in San Mateo until our children finished school that semester. I
planned to move to Phoenix and live in a furnished apartment until she and our six
and growing children could join me. We put our house up for sale, and prepared
for a new beginning.
A year or so later, Boeing lost a major defense contract and
began to lay off employees, most of them newly hired. In accounting inventory
jargon, it would be termed LIFO (last in, first out). TV coverage showed some
former workers standing on the chilly streets of Seattle , peddling apples. Thank goodness SRP had hired
me. There is little doubt I would have been one of those poor unfortunate souls
up north singing the blues in rainy Washington . Instead, I found myself down south whistling “Dixie ” in
sunny Arizona , doing the “nice work” that I had gotten.
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