You know me best for my mindless prattle. I enjoy it and most often use it as a sort of comic (though sometimes introspective) relief. It is generally a brief vacation, if you will, from the more worrisome and depressing news stories and personal situations which have settled over this country like a wet blanket. On occasion I’ll depart from that format and write about something which stirs me more strongly. This is one of those occasions, so if you prefer not to participate in it I’ll bid you fair warning to leave me now.
Yesterday I attended a workshop at the Employment Security Office here in town. You will be delighted to know that this arm of the government has been handed over to the NC Commerce Department which dutifully and quickly renamed this branch DWS, The Division of Workforce Solutions. How’s that for a positive outlook?
Sitting in a conference room with about twenty other people, I took a moment to be observational. That’s nothing new for me, I’ve always been a people watcher. Amid the somber faces, down trodden expressions, and fearful atmosphere one thing stood out immediately. The majority of my group were women in the age range of 45-64 (guesstimates to be sure, but much of this would later be confirmed in an informal conversation) 6 or 7 men were in attendance, 3 of whom I would gage younger and the others in the upper age brackets.
The workshop carried on informing of us of new regulations and requirements set forth by the DWS and schooled us on how work search efforts were to be handled and documented. We were then left to be called each for a 1 on 1 meeting to review our lists and check our individual statuses. It was at this time that today’s topic was drawn to my attention.
At a round table, consisting of myself and 4 other women, we began to chat about the workshop and its implications and of course our personal circumstances and experiences in this land of the unemployed or under employed. At this point I was the youngest in the group by probably no more than a few years, but the stories were terrifying.
With resounding confidence everyone at the table listed their biggest problem in obtaining gainful employment to be age. Lady A recounted her story of constant interviews for positions she was qualified for only to be told she was over qualified, over educated, blah, blah. In exasperation, she recently looked at an interviewer and asked to be told what they thought her difficulty was in being given an opportunity. She actually received an honest answer which was that her age was an issue. With so many young college graduates entering the job markets, and 20- 30 something’s looking for work they were inclined to lean towards the younger workforce.
Lady B added that without doubt, it was an issue and if you showed up for an interview only to be seated with a roomful of younger applicants, you might as well turn around and walk out the door. You wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell. She then added that she was attending Community College with a group of 25 women who were all currently unemployed and within our age range, and all had been unemployed for six months or more. Out of the group, only one had found employment…with her husband’s company. They often talked about their job search and interview processes with pretty much the same tales and experiences to recount.
Lady C interjected that on her street, 6 women had been laid off over the past 4 to 6 months, all within the same age range, 3 of which resided in her cul-de-sac. Two have since found out their former positions were replaced by as many as 3 people, dividing her job duties and being paid far less in total than she had been paid. She added that she herself had been employed with one company for over 15 years and had brought millions of dollars into their bottom line through the course of her employment and was confident she had been aged and salaried out of the workplace.
I asked why they thought (beyond the more obvious answers) that age was proving to be a hardship within the job search. We had all been told initially that employers were eagerly seeking more stable, dependable and experienced workers so that age should actually be an asset. The primary reasons everyone gave were the economy in general and the looming healthcare laws. Younger workers are eager to take positions and will willingly do so for far less salary scales than employers believe older workers will be satisfied with. One lady was told that they felt she was so over qualified for the job that they felt hiring her would be a waste of their time and money as she would most likely exit to the first opportunity for a higher salary elsewhere. Everyone felt that employers at large are thinking far more about their labor costs in the immediate return than production and return for the long run due to the sluggish economy.
They also felt that Obama care from an employer’s standpoint could be influencing their decisions for employing older workers, being concerned about health implications. At the very least, they were sure that if this was an issue, employers were holding off for the Presidential election to get a better determination of what might be in store. Also in unison, they felt that older women are perceived to be far more likely to have health concerns than older men.
As one by one, we were called in my table dwindled down to myself and Lady D. As we continued the chat, we were discussing personal difficulties and dealing with the stresses of job loss. Lady D was in the early sixties range and was terribly distraught. Tears came into her eyes as she explained that she was having a difficult time coping. She said she cried constantly and felt terrible about her circumstance, even more so when her three-year old grandson tried to comfort her. I mentioned difficulty in trying to hold onto the mortgage and this prompted a laugh from her. She had long since lost her home and at this point was struggling to simply hold on to her cell phone.
Our portion of the population and the voting public clearly has a different set of worries and issues. As women, we are largely past the point of being concerned about contraceptives and the cost of these things, though we still may have concerns for our daughters in life and in the broader spectrum of “sisterhood”. But we have now lost the luxury of being overly concerned about them, and are forced to face our own daily issues of life. We aren’t talked about in the political forum, but boy do we exist. We are not retirement age and/or are not ready or wanting to retire. We are viable women who have knowledge and expertise. We are not seeing ourselves as being lumped into the senior set whose only concern is health care and social security. Of course we’re concerned about those things, but we have a much broader set of problems to work through.
Of those who had some sort of retirement plan, savings, 401-K etc., it has already been depleted in an effort to sustain life in the big picture. There is no tomorrow in that picture, there is simply one day at a time at this point. While acknowledging that the woman who questioned women’s rights in the workplace during last night’s Presidential debate, had concerns of her own, the responses were vague or referred only to those women who have young children. While that is understandable it still leaves an ever-growing portion of the population without consideration.
What are we to do? We are considered “over” everything…qualified, educated, aged, past-salaried etc. Yet we are not old enough or ready, or prepared for retirement. More than this, we have no voice. We are not of a demographic which garners attention or need for it in the fierce political foray inundating us all at the moment.
That being said, by and large, we are also not made of the kind of material which simply dissolves. We are from an era and a generation which believes a way can be made, somehow. Perhaps circumstances of these times has been what has caused us to fear more now than we ever have before. For most of us, however, simply giving up is not an answer and giving in to the fear and uncertainty, not an option.
For this reason I have termed us the Politically Forgotten, but it doesn’t stop there. The “Politically” portion can be replaced by “Employment”, “Respected” or any number of valid situations. We’ve fallen into a bit of a black hole at the moment, but most of us won’t tarry or languish there. We may have been Politically Forgotten, but rest assured we have not Forgotten, Politically!