Never have been. It’s not the way I view recruiting. But times change, and 2020 certainly brought change. So, I rolled with the changes…
The best little creative staffing agency in Portland has grown. We opened in Austin, Texas in 2013, Los Angeles, California in 2015, Boise, Idaho in 2018, and San Francisco, California in 2019.
We’re coming for your town next.
After a few years of a recurring theme, our annual photo shoot at Mathys+Potestio took a slight turn toward a rumble.
Sometimes I think I may be the most qualified person to own an employment agency on the planet. If a good education and knowledge comes from the school of hard knocks, I should know a thing or two about work and working.
I’ve been fired multiple times (including from my own company).
I’ve drawn unemployment in two states.
I sued a company once (worker’s comp).
I’ve screwed up so many job interviews I can’t even count.
I’ve quit jobs before I even started them. And quit without notice.
I’ve slept during work.
I’ve taken drastic cuts in pay (over 75%) to pursue opportunities that I was more passionate about. I’ve also taken pay cuts because there wasn’t enough money to pay me.
I had a boss once scream at me and throw stuff around his office in a temper tantrum.
I’ve literally pounded the pavement looking for work. For months. Didn’t get a job.
I’ve quit jobs without new jobs lined up.
I’ve had to lay people off.
I’ve packed up and moved to a new state with no job. Twice.
I’ve been told to “look for a new job,” so as to not be fired.
I’ve been a human resources director.
I’ve had non-competes enforced against me. And I’ve had to enforce them.
I’ve broken equipment.
I’ve been paid under the table.
My first 10 years out of college I had 13 jobs.
So what’s this all mean? Besides that I needed to do a lot of growing up over the years?
One of the core tenets of my employment agency, Mathys+Potestio, is empathy for the person looking for work. And empathy for the employers. Twenty years of executive management in business will provide that, too.
So, if you feel a different vibe from my team but can’t quite put your finger on it, it’s this:
We get it.
I don’t sell trucks. I have to imagine, though, that if you had a business with multiple trucks or a fleet of trucks, that sales people would come to you. You don’t walk into a dealership to buy a fleet of trucks. But if you want just one truck, salespeople might ignore your business. One truck? Go to a dealership.
Many years ago a business owner did just that….
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Portland doesn’t like cars. City leaders, bicycle advocates and planners do what they can to make driving in Portland difficult, and to encourage people to take public transportation, walk or ride a bike.
I understand the reason. Cars are responsible for roughly 14% of all greenhouse gas emissions*. Cars are bad for the environment. People shouldn’t drive.
Portland is not Amsterdam. It’s not San Francisco. Unless you can afford to live in the inner-Eastside or Downtown/Pearl, Portland gives you few options to driving. And that’s just for the residents. Freight (remember we lost our container business at the Port putting more trucks on the road) visitors, tourists, anyone not a resident….all drivers adding cars to our roads.
It’s a badge of honor for Portlanders to say they live a “car-free” lifestyle. I bet many don’t. To truly live car free, you can’t take an Uber, or a taxi, or ride in someone else’s car. If you do, you aint car-free. Various times in my life I have lived car free. When I lived in San Francisco, you didn’t want a car, and you didn’t need a car. You could get anywhere in the city easily by bus, streetcar, commuter trains. Public transportation infrastructure is amazing. But the first thing I did when I moved back to Portland? I bought a car. Why? You need a car in Portland. You’ve always needed a car in Portland.
Take today for example. I took my son to day care. Drove. No public transportation there. Or if there were it would have taken hours. Drove to work. (I can take the bus to work but it takes 1 hour each way….a 1-mile walk to the bus stop and then a 45-minute trip to go 5 miles. I’d rather a 15-minute drive and more time with my son). Drove to pick him up. Drove home. Most of those trips were spent stuck in traffic at some point. Traffic is bad. It’s hurting our prized quality of life. But no one wants to address it because that means catering to the car. Let’s remove car lanes, add bike lines, so we make it easier to bike. For the majority of Portlanders, it’s not an option. We don’t live in Irvington. Some of us may even live on a hill. Remember what happened during the snowstorms of last winter? Tri-Met wasn’t running in my neighborhood and neither was Max 1.5 miles away. Switches were frozen. So I drove.
Portland needs to address transportation for all, not just people who want to save the planet. Which I do too. I don’t eat beef. Mostly for health reasons but there’s a funny thing about beef. It’s production causes more greenhouse emissions than cars do.* Not to mention the methane pollution. You want to save the planet? Point your car hatred toward the beef industry.
So the next time you ride your bike to a brew pub and eat a hamburger and pat yourself on the back, ask yourself if you shouldn’t have just driven and ordered a veggie burger instead?
- – EcoWatch
I’m back in school. I was accepted into the Goldman Sachs 10,000 Small Businesses program dedicated to growing small business and creating jobs.
I wouldn’t be what you’d call a “learner”. I know, I know how that sounds, but let’s face it, the last book I read was about golf. And it’s the only book I’ve read in the last few years. I leave it at my bedside to remind my wife that yes, I did read a book.
And now I’m off to school.
Nothing like waking up at 4AM to see snow again for your commute to the airport. Luckily at 4AM all you care about is how you’re going to catch up on your sleep.
Arrived late afternoon in Boston and found the bus that would take me to my college home for the week. On the ride we went past Fenway Park and even this Yankee fan thought it was cool. Good thing we were past it in seconds so that momentary weakness was short lived.
We were housed at the conference center hotel on the campus of Babson College. We passed the Wellesley Country Club and I was disappointed to see that they don’t golf in the Winter in Boston. Lame.
Day One at School. Like most days when I am the first person at the office I was one of the first people to breakfast. The conference center hotel has a dining room with a buffet. It would proved dangerous. Walking in there was one table of two gentlemen and while I would normally head to the far opposite end of the room to chug coffee before I spoke to anyone, I decided I would start the week on a friendly note and I sat down at their table. Minor greeting ensued….was it because I was wearing my gym clothes and they were pressed and folded? Not sure but I did seem weird that they spoke what sounded like German to each other and barely looked at me. More pressed and folded types arrived and it dawned on me that maybe these were not my classmates. They weren’t. I was sitting with a group of professors in life science there for a conference. I thought about asking them about cloning and decided I’d just quietly drink my coffee instead.
Most of the day spent in class was focusing on developing financial statements: Balance Sheets, Cash Flow Statements and Income Statements. While I knew how to read them, we learned how to construct them. One thing about buffets…..they usually have ice cream at lunch and dinner. Good ice cream.
Found the pub on the main floor, hung out with some dudes from Puerto Rico, drank some beer and whiskey and called it a night.
Day Two at School: First Scholar (yes that’s what they call us) at breakfast. Sat with the right people this time. No ice cream at breakfast.
The morning session was all about developing an Opportunity Statement. This is a core part of our curriculum….identifying and developing a plan for the business that captures a new product or service. Pretty stoked that I will be working on our new golf course staffing division. Lunch = ice cream. After lunch = trying to stay awake as we delved deeper into financial statements as we tracked the story of RCP Company….a sustainable product company that has a new opportunity to put their products in Wal-Mart and it doesn’t work out so well. It’s our job to help solve their financial challenges and keep them in business.
Dinner = ice cream. After dinner there was a reception for all the students and faculty. I wore a blazer. Then we went to the pub.
Day Three at School: First one to breakfast. I should probably mention that most students showed for breakfast showered, dressed and ready for school. I did not.
Morning was focused on our plans for saving RCP Company. I think we saved ’em. Lunch = ice cream. The afternoon was spent on Marketing. This was the first day since Monday that I went outside….for about 5 minutes.
Dinner = ice cream. After dinner there was a panel on financing and funding. Then the pub. But some students had planned an escape earlier so we grabbed some Ubers and headed to Boston to party at the oldest tavern in the U.S….the Bell and Hand. Stayed out way too late but had a good time with my classmates including one who had a story about running a truck full of machine guns through Oregon and punching out a gas station attendant. You think you’re cool until you come across someone who’s run machine guns.
Day Four: Not first to breakfast.
Most of the day was spent on leadership styles and interactions. I drew a picture of a kitty kat.
Back on the bus headed to the airport. It had been snowing all day. My flight was delayed. My connecting flight in Minneapolis would be missed. I booked a new flight out of Minnesota for Saturday morning. Though in walking through the airport I noticed another flight to Minneapolis that was still sitting at the gate…..3 hours past its scheduled departure. I was able to get on this flight, and even though we spent over an hour on the tarmac waiting to get de-iced, I was able to make it to Minneapolis and on my original flight back to Portland. No sleeping in the airport.
It was a great week. Met some great people. Took a deep dive into M+P. Learned I am a much better student at this age than I was at college. Also learned I’m really sick of snow.
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There are people who take photos on their phone, and there are photographers. There are people who write everyday, and there are writers. There are people who have referred folks to jobs, hired people, played matchmaker, and there are recruiters.
There are certainly many people who can and have bridged the gap from being a novice at something to a respected professional. But until you’ve been the latter, don’t assume you know what it entails.
I’ve been a writer. Actually got paid for it. But I would never assume to be a writer now.
When the economy is good I see a lot of people jump on the recruiting and career guidance bandwagon. You might think, “Companies are hiring, I could help with that!” Great, but if you do….you’re a novice, don’t represent yourself as a professional. You have to earn that distinction.
We’re experiencing a sea change in marijuana policy at the state level—with Oregon, Alaska, Colorado and Washington legalizing recreational use—but when it comes to corporate drug testing policies, things have mostly stayed the same.
We just cut our second album at Mathys+Potestio. Available on Capricorn Records.
I love looking at this photo. Not because we look bad ass, because we do. And not because we’re wearing cool cowboy boots, because we are. I love looking at this photo because the people in it are awesome. They are not only good at what they do and bring it everyday, they’re just good people. Good people to have on your side, good people to share a drink with, good people to see in the office everyday. And if we’re ever in a street fight? Ya, we got that too.
I’ve always felt that my business was a service that you either needed, wanted, valued, or not. Working through a staffing agency isn’t for everyone.