Last Thursday I had a dental implant procedure. Right now I am recovering, interested more in soft food than putting out proposals. But I continue to look at the freelance sites and I am thinking of adding video to this site. Video? I may read one of my articles. A snooze fest, eh? Perhaps. If I combine the reading, though, with article photos there might be some compelling content. Or perhaps I could take you behind the scenes to explain what was needed to produce one of my articles: the relation between editor and writer, getting copyright releases, visiting photo archives, taking pictures on the road, and so on. To get this on-line I will have to learn something about video editing and production. Just the kind of quiet activity needed during a recovery.
In the last two weeks I’ve bid eight times on freelancer.com and elance.com. Six jobs are now closed, one is still open, and another has been awarded. I do not know why those six closed jobs have not been assigned. With such poor results, I have to wonder, is it worth it for me to continue crafting custom proposals? Or would it be more efficient to send a generic proposal, even if it does not address the employer’s particular problems? With a generic proposal I could cover the different freelance sites far more quickly and I would waste much less time pursuing people who don’t bother to respond. Perhaps compromise is the answer. I’ll address the first paragraph toward their needs, then follow on with one or two stock paragraphs on what I do. I’ll post such a letter here when I get it written.
I always thought knowing English as a second language would be a valuable skill. Apparently not. This screenshot is from freelancer.com, where the poster offers $5.00 for a an 800 world article. (Click on this link to enlarge.) That’s under a penny a word, 6/10th’s actually. And this is not an atypical post. There are 33 writers chasing this work. How can anyone afford to do this?
Judging by the bidders, they are probably from a developing country where the cost of living is incredibly less than in the USA or Britain. And yet they still can afford electricity, a computer, and net access. How is that possible? I envision a modern day cyber-sweatshop, where gangs of people are chained to their keyboards, forced to generate content for a penny a word, then giving up half to their masters. Or are there scores of Muslim women working at home, unable to take a job outside their house? But, if so, how did they get instruction in English to begin with?
This on-line world of work is fascinating, if mysterious. I’ll share more as I learn more.
I’ve put up my second bid at freelancer.com (external link). It would be nice to get the work but there are over 30 people bidding. I continue to think sites like freelancer are the future. With query letters to hardcopy magazines you have to sell an idea and you have to sell yourself. With online jobs the idea and the work already exists. You ‘just’ have to sell yourself.
As I have mentioned in previous posts, there is a timeline with online work. You know when the bidding period ends. And you should know when the work is awarded, even if you don’t get the job. With magazines you have no idea, for the vast majority of publications, when or if an employer will ever get back to you. Drawbacks? The message boards say employers may, for whatever reason, not award the work to anyone. So there may not be finality. But these freelance sites introduce a world of work beyond the query letter. I’ll put in more bids and share what I find.
Update: I’ve put up a bid at elance.com and have heard nothing back. Same thing with my second proposal at freelance. Frustrating. I will have to bid other jobs and decline work if necessary. Refusing a job is unprofessional. But employers are under no compunction to award the work they have proposed, nor give a reason why. All of us freelancers, therefore, must continue to bid jobs until something does come through. One saving grace is that so many people bid on assignments that an employer will have a ready list of 25 to 30 people to go to next. All of this is far from perfect.
September 30, 2015 Update. None of the freelance sites appear to ever tell you if a job has actually been awarded. One hint if you are going to bid at one of these sites, pass up all overseas employers. There’s nothing good that will come out of bidding on work from Kenya, Pakistan, or the Ukraine.
Caption: The CHP Academy’s memorial fountain, in a central part of the Reed Avenue campus . The fountain is ringed with brass plaques honoring each of the California Highway Patrol officers killed in the line of duty since the agency was founded. Some of the brass markers can be seen in the foreground (News-Ledger photos/Steve Marschke)
NEWS-LEDGER — FEB 19, 2014 —
By Thomas Farley
“Safety, Service, Security”: that’s the motto of the California Highway Patrol.
The men and women officers who uphold that motto begin their careers right here in West Sacramento. Located on 457 acres off of Reed Avenue in the city’s northwest, the present CHP Academy began construction in 1974 and graduated its first class of recruits in 1976.
Capt. Chuck King CHP Academy Commander (News-Ledger photo)
The Academy Commander, Captain Chuck King, recently invited the News-Ledger to tour the property. Judging by the number of cars in the parking lots, it was apparent upon arrival that the Academy is a major employer. Approximately two hundred part-time and full time employees work at the site, including sixty non-uniformed CHP employees. These people do everything from administrative tasks to cooking in the kitchens.
Next to the lobby in the headquarters is the recently completed CHP museum. It houses three motorcycles from years’ past as well as exhibits detailing the history of the Highway Patrol. Clearly evident are tradition, pride in service, and an esprit de corps among C.H.P. staff.
Step through the administration building, and you’ll find a central courtyard and the badge-shaped, five-pointed Memorial Fountain. The fountain pays tribute to the 225 California Highway Patrol Officers that have been killed in the line of duty since the organization was founded in 1929. (The most recent officers to give their lives were Officers Juan Gonzalez and Brian Law, partners and friends who graduated together in 2008 from the academy. The pair died Monday morning in a crash while responding to a call near Fresno.)
Every week, in a tradition that binds the generations of graduating classes to each other, cadets polish the brass name plaques that are affixed to the sides of the fountain.
Caption: CADETS — mostly men with fresh short haircuts — listen as instructors explain how to investigate a traffic accident (News-Ledger photo)
King led News-Ledger reporters toward the dormitories, which accommodate recruits during their 27-week training session. Nearby were classrooms, a gymnasium, and even a PX (a market). Facing the courtyard is a dining commons that can seat 400 people at a time. Some two hundred cadets in two training classes are presently at the school.
“We’re a completely self-contained facility,” King says. “The cadets live here for the duration of their training. And we are the only CHP Academy in the state. A lot of people are surprised at that. Since 1976, every officer you see working the road has gone through this academy.”
Inside the classroom was an amphitheater with rows of seats perched high above each other. Instructors in the well of the room supervised the class. Cadets looked on intently as two of their peers demonstrated how they would conduct a hypothetical accident investigation.
A rifle range, a pistol, range, a helipad, and a running track, are just some of the facilities beyond the main campus buildings. But the pride of the Academy is its Emergency Vehicle Operations Course, or EVOC. This is a set of specialized tracks that allow cadets to practice everything from wet-weather driving to high-speed maneuvers.
One of those driving courses is a “skid pad” – a large stretch of pavement outfitted with pop-up sprinklers, and graded to create puddles several inches deep. The sprinklers were activated for a driving demonstration. Patrol cars used for foul-weather driving practice are deliberately equipped with “bald” tires – all the better to practice hydroplaning and emergency steering techniques on wet roads. Captain King explained that all of the water from the sprinklers is re-circulated and recycled.
Officer Julie Saraiva, an EVOC instructor, introduced herself to reporters and promptly threw a practice car around two laps and a dozen “S” turns. At each curve she accelerated and then put on the brakes, sliding the car into one turn and then another.
Caption: CHP driving instructor Julie Saraiva demonstrates how to get a patrol car into a skid — and, more importantly, how to get out. A reporter is in the passenger’s seat. (News-Ledger photos/Steve Marschke)
Then a visiting reporter took the wheel, at one point overcorrecting in a wet skid and spinning the car 180 degrees to face the wrong way. Instructor Saraiva nevertheless gave him good marks for a first session on the skid pad.
“Skid pad” driving is just part of their total EVOC training, one of 42 total “learning domains” that a cadet must master.
The CHP is selective. Captain King stated that over 20,000 people applied last year. The cadets now on-site represent just one percent of that number.
What quality does an applicant need most?
“The most important characteristic for a future officer is integrity, a good moral compass,” said King. “After they get to the Academy, the most important thing is dedication and staying focused on the training.”
To patrol California’s highways, C.H.P. officers must first take the road through West Sacramento.
Blog extra! I wrote the following shortly after my drive on the CHP skid pad:
I was doing everything you’re not supposed to do on a wet road. On purpose. In a police car.
What’s the best way to teach high-speed emergency maneuvers? Start a person out on a low speed track. A flooded one. Using a car with bald tires. Oh, and you’re supposed to dive into each turn as fast as you can. Sound crazy? Hardly. This approach lets a potential officer know how their cars will act with violent movement at speed. But for now, we are going slow. Sort of.
The CHP Academy let me pilot one of their cars around their skid pad, a course of ‘S’ curves, one after another, in a complete loop. After each loop you try to go faster, for each turn you try for more control. All the while the instructor is telling you to “Gun it!” as you slam into each curve. But I had some instruction first.
I was introduced to Officer Julie Saravia, one of CHP’s most expert driving instructors. She walked me over to our black and white steed, a long-retired machine that was now helping cadets learn the wiles of mad motoring. Throwing it into first, to keep the speed down to a somewhat controllable level, Julie headed us out on to the track. A hundred or more sprinklers sprayed water around the entire circuit, even though it had just rained. (Can’t have enough water when you are trying to get sideways.)
As each turn approached, Julie accelerated, then broke hard, letting the back come around in a slide. Taking pressure off the wheel, ever so precisely, she straightened out the car and pointed it into the next turn. Accelerate, brake, let off, repeat. It reminded me of the fun I used to have in a pickup on gravel roads. After two laps she finished, parking the car in front of the CHP Academy Commander and my editor. I looked at them, thought of this chance, and in a quiet voice, trying to hide my excitement, I said, “I’ll take it around.”
I was surprisingly relaxed. Although I didn’t want to take up the time of the Commander or my editor, I was here. If I wanted to write a longer story for a national magazine it was incumbent on me to take this opportunity. Motoring into the first turn, the instructor yelled “Gun it”, precisely at the time most sane people would be braking. I did as I was told, then slammed on the brakes to keep from going over the course outline. Predictably, the car wheeled around in very quick fashion, to which I responded by letting off on the wheel.
I managed the first two or three turns, somewhat, but on the fourth I spun the car completely around, almost in a 360 degree turn. Facing the wrong way, Julie encouragingly said, “You can go back that way.” Good. Let’s go that way. More blasting into turns, more outrageous spinning. Returning to the start, Julie pronounced me a natural. She said that with four or five more laps I would have it down. Perhaps. She said that most cadets were, by comparison, pretty tense and high strung. My editor pointed out that they would be tested. Good point. For them, it’s their careers. For me, it’s a story. But a fun one.