Experiencing Technical Difficulties (resonant) wrote,
Experiencing Technical Difficulties

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Political Lobbying, Shameful Behaviour, Meeting Sandy

I took a day off work Friday to do lobbying for the Ontario Society of Professional Engineers. I and another person met with the Honourable Michael Coteau, Minister of Tourism, Culture and Sport, at his constituency office. We discussed OSPE's research report, "From The World To The Workforce: Hiring and Recruitment Perceptions of Engineering Employers and Internationally Trained Engineers in Ontario". When internationally-trained engineers (ITEs) come to Canada from other countries, many have difficulty getting engineering jobs. When applying and interviewing for jobs, many ITEs focus on describing their technical skills. Canadian engineering companies do value technical skills, but are also very focused on teamwork and communication skills. ITEs who do not highlight their non-technical skills face a disadvantage in the job market. We discussed programs to address this issue, and reviewed recent activities in Queen's Park that could affect engineers in Ontario. Well, I mostly just sat there and gave occasional anecdotes about working in a factory with many internationally-trained engineers. The whole political stuff really goes over my head.




After picking up a new umbrella at the mall, I waited in a very long queue on the bus platform at the Don Mills Subway Station. A woman was walking briskly around the station, being followed by a male teenager holding a cellphone. The woman said, "Stop following me, I don't know you, I don't want to talk with you", but he kept following her and talking to her. The teenager's speech suggested developmental issues. Nobody intervened. Including me, I am ashamed to say. The woman walked through the queue. Everyone kept looking at their cellphones, tablets, or books, and didn't look at the teenager. Just before he reached the queue, it spontaneously tightened up, closing all gaps. He bumped into my umbrella a few times trying to squeeze between me and the person in front of me, but couldn't fit. The person behind me was pressing up against my backpack, until he turned around and walked away, going back into the station.

A few minutes later, the teenager had gone around inside the station and came through another set of doors back onto the bus platform, this time on the other side of our queue. He began following the woman, and put his hand on her shoulder. Still, nobody in the queue acted. The woman called a bus driver over, who began walking towards them. The teenager ran away, tripped over his own feet, and started to cry. The bus driver helped him up and began talking to him. The queue shuffled backwards, various people waved the woman to the front, and she boarded the next bus.

Things could have been handled much more swiftly and properly if someone had taken immediate action the instant the woman told the person to leave her alone. Nobody acted, including me.

I promise myself that in the future, I will be someone who steps forward.


Sandy and I will be meeting next Saturday so he can properly explain face-to-face why I am not the right person for him.
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