I've been watching the show Portlandia with a mixture of interest and despair. It pokes fun at the stereotypes of Portland - the socially conscious, tattooed bicycle rider with a weakness for a compelling food sourcing story. It also jauntily confirms a fear that's been creeping in me since I arrived, that this is the city where "young people go to retire." Because, really, in a city where unemployment is above 10% and the number of newly arrived college-graduates just keeps rising, what else are they to do?
The kind of aggressive professionalism that I associated with the New York yuppie crowd, that character of New York that I delighted in scoffing at, I find myself longing for here in Portland. I find myself just wishing that if there were a few more people pathologically prone to networking, I might be able to scare up new leads for jobs. The coffee shop near my house is packed every day of the week; behind the counter it feels like there is always one or two more employees than they technically need, and as for tables, well, I see people take their coffee outside in the cold and watch through the windows for someone to leave so they can come in, open up their MacBook Pro, and start searching craigslist for a job.
I turn 27 in a couple of weeks. I don't subscribe to any fantasies of a "traditional career arc" or anything like that, but I do notice that as I grow older I accumulate more obligations, limitations, etc. What I'm trying to say is that right now is my time to kill myself at a job, the time to put in my hours, to learn, to advance, to develop my own perspective on a profession and my role in it. And here I am watching a season of Battlestar Galactica a week and reluctantly composing a playlist for the craigslist posting "SWINGERS CLUB SEEKS DJ FOR SEXXXY THURSDAYS."
I can feel myself getting sour. I'm not sure what the solution is, whether to move, to stick it out or what. Once I'm employed this is all going to feel like a fun growing experience, but while I'm in the midst of it I'm feeling a little desperate.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Fraud follow-up, again
For a few days I was really obsessed with tracking down this "Gloria" and interrogating her. Not, I have to admit, to bring anyone to justice, but for the prurient reasons of wanting to know how and why she does the work she does.
My zeal took me to the LexisNexis people search where I used a friend's account to track down the phone number used to call me. Here's where the story gets good. The guy who gets the phone bills was jailed for sexual assault about eight years ago. It appears he's out now, and for a while was living only ONE BLOCK from my old apartment in Ft. Greene, Brooklyn. Now he lives on Humboldt St., only a few blocks from where I taught for two years. Dude probably stood in front of me in line at the Lula Bean, probably wondering, "who in this room will someday fall victim to my guiles?"
Note: I'm not posting any of the perp's details to this site mostly because I've succumbed to the delicious sort of paranoia where I worry this guy's prison buddies Google me, find me, and tell me with their fists to keep out of his business. Or else.
So, anyway, none of this search has brought me any closer to "Gloria," my caller. I don't doubt that if I get in touch with the criminal mastermind himself he would never pass on his employee's contact info to someone claiming to be an "uncredentialed journalist and parttime blogger." There's the option of tracking down the tax records of VTS Marketing, the website I was first directed to, and seeing who they employ. But those are methods I'll have to learn from the internet. The other option is to sell my story to This American Life or Bored to Death and have them do the followup. Or, I just wait and hope to be contacted again by a murky telemarketing scheme, and this time have enough sense to get the caller to commit to a confidential interview on the spot.
My zeal took me to the LexisNexis people search where I used a friend's account to track down the phone number used to call me. Here's where the story gets good. The guy who gets the phone bills was jailed for sexual assault about eight years ago. It appears he's out now, and for a while was living only ONE BLOCK from my old apartment in Ft. Greene, Brooklyn. Now he lives on Humboldt St., only a few blocks from where I taught for two years. Dude probably stood in front of me in line at the Lula Bean, probably wondering, "who in this room will someday fall victim to my guiles?"
Note: I'm not posting any of the perp's details to this site mostly because I've succumbed to the delicious sort of paranoia where I worry this guy's prison buddies Google me, find me, and tell me with their fists to keep out of his business. Or else.
So, anyway, none of this search has brought me any closer to "Gloria," my caller. I don't doubt that if I get in touch with the criminal mastermind himself he would never pass on his employee's contact info to someone claiming to be an "uncredentialed journalist and parttime blogger." There's the option of tracking down the tax records of VTS Marketing, the website I was first directed to, and seeing who they employ. But those are methods I'll have to learn from the internet. The other option is to sell my story to This American Life or Bored to Death and have them do the followup. Or, I just wait and hope to be contacted again by a murky telemarketing scheme, and this time have enough sense to get the caller to commit to a confidential interview on the spot.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Holiday Ale Follow-Up/Fraud Alert
I almost bit on a telemarketing scheme last night. If Amanda hadn't been in the background telling me to hang up, I might have gone through with it.
A woman called at 7 PM telling me my name had been picked to win two 7-day vacations, one to Orlando and the other to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. It was a weirdly late time to call, especially since she was calling with a NY area code, making her time 10 PM. She said she represented the raffle booth from the Holiday Ale Festival, where I dimly remember filling out a card to win a vacation. But I was like seven or eight samples in at that point so the memory is pretty fuzzy. She went through each trip in depth, including the side packages I had won, like golf vouchers and a spa package. She even talked me through the downside, that I'd have to sit in on a hotel tour at the Orlando hotel, which was part of the marketing deal. Then she said I'd need to give up my credit card to pay for a $199 processing fee for each person going on the trip.
The whole conversation was so friendly, and her tone was so perfect - I heard in her voice some weariness, like she'd heard people celebrating this kind of thing before. But like she could also still understand my joy, that this trip was really going to be an incredible gift. She laughed conspiratorially when I said my girlfriend would love the spa package, and she listened to me babble when she first called, trying to get a hold on what was happening. She was clearly a native English speaker, and clearly well educated, and she sounded so unwaveringly reasonable. So when she told me I had to give my credit card number or hang up the phone, I stayed on and tried to bargain with her for another ten minutes. I outlined my suspicions, which she talked me through, and sounded genuinely hurt that I would deny myself such a prize. When I finally hung up, I did so still 50% sure I was passing on an opportunity that I would never see again. It was only when I googled the phone number and read the testimonies of 20 or 30 people who had been approached by this same person, that I understood how close I was to being fleeced. And I'm not even a senile shut-in!
Now, looking back, I can't stop thinking about who this caller is. How was she recruited for the job? How long did it take for her to get this convincing? Is she an actress and it came naturally, or did she spend months developing this poise? And, what I really can't get out of my head, her coldness. How she could be so calm, lie to me again and again, and let me hang up so politely. She was incredible, a smooth and supple practitioner of her craft.
I can't help thinking that a profile of one of these callers would be such an incredible magazine piece. It would have to be anonymous, probably, but to hear her take on fraud and the morality of it, and the unique skillset needed for such a job, would be fascinating. So now I'm really hoping I get a call like this again, and that I have the presence of mind to understand what's happening while it's happening. Of course, the other, more rom-com outcome would be a romance sparked out of telemarketer fraud. That's a script that's waiting to be written.
A woman called at 7 PM telling me my name had been picked to win two 7-day vacations, one to Orlando and the other to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. It was a weirdly late time to call, especially since she was calling with a NY area code, making her time 10 PM. She said she represented the raffle booth from the Holiday Ale Festival, where I dimly remember filling out a card to win a vacation. But I was like seven or eight samples in at that point so the memory is pretty fuzzy. She went through each trip in depth, including the side packages I had won, like golf vouchers and a spa package. She even talked me through the downside, that I'd have to sit in on a hotel tour at the Orlando hotel, which was part of the marketing deal. Then she said I'd need to give up my credit card to pay for a $199 processing fee for each person going on the trip.
The whole conversation was so friendly, and her tone was so perfect - I heard in her voice some weariness, like she'd heard people celebrating this kind of thing before. But like she could also still understand my joy, that this trip was really going to be an incredible gift. She laughed conspiratorially when I said my girlfriend would love the spa package, and she listened to me babble when she first called, trying to get a hold on what was happening. She was clearly a native English speaker, and clearly well educated, and she sounded so unwaveringly reasonable. So when she told me I had to give my credit card number or hang up the phone, I stayed on and tried to bargain with her for another ten minutes. I outlined my suspicions, which she talked me through, and sounded genuinely hurt that I would deny myself such a prize. When I finally hung up, I did so still 50% sure I was passing on an opportunity that I would never see again. It was only when I googled the phone number and read the testimonies of 20 or 30 people who had been approached by this same person, that I understood how close I was to being fleeced. And I'm not even a senile shut-in!
Now, looking back, I can't stop thinking about who this caller is. How was she recruited for the job? How long did it take for her to get this convincing? Is she an actress and it came naturally, or did she spend months developing this poise? And, what I really can't get out of my head, her coldness. How she could be so calm, lie to me again and again, and let me hang up so politely. She was incredible, a smooth and supple practitioner of her craft.
I can't help thinking that a profile of one of these callers would be such an incredible magazine piece. It would have to be anonymous, probably, but to hear her take on fraud and the morality of it, and the unique skillset needed for such a job, would be fascinating. So now I'm really hoping I get a call like this again, and that I have the presence of mind to understand what's happening while it's happening. Of course, the other, more rom-com outcome would be a romance sparked out of telemarketer fraud. That's a script that's waiting to be written.
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