Something about those numbers.

It never fails to surprise me when I hear of the claim “we need more female CEOs” in the workplace.

I’m always left asking the question: Why not more plumbers, police and ambulance operators?

I’ve recently been working my way through Warren Farrell’s-The Myth of Male Power– in which he details the risks in the workplace of which men routinely take the burden. He describes this societal dynamic as “My body, not my choice”.

It’s an interesting concept.

I remember seeing a graphic on the wall of the medical centre at a recent work site I was on stating that the current workplace fatality rate was above 90% for the males in the industry in Australia.

Every construction site I’ve been on, in the 17 years I’ve been in this industry, has a gender imbalance of males. Why is that the case? Does the feminist academia and political scene have something to say about this aspect?

Dr. Farrell offers the concept of the financial womb that males provide society. And with that the comes the risks of injury and fatality that each sector of the economy inherently contains.

Tonight, I’ve read a blog post by Jim Rose detailing the workplace injury/fatality rates by gender in New Zealand for 2015.

“all but three of the fatal workplace accidents in NZ were men”.

Here’s the link to provide some support to what I’m talking about,

Workplace deaths/injuries in New Zealand for 2015.

As the saying goes, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ve been on enough of this projects to know better and I’m slowly racking up a number of jobs I’ve walked away from due to safety concerns.

And it’s hard sometimes when you consider the old “harden the fuck up” cliché and the financial aspect of the role you take on as a male worker.

I’ve had female friends (in defence of the feminist stance) describe this as an aspect of the famed patriarchy doing its thing and I believe there’s a part truth there in that claim.

But what stuns me is the lack of realisation, that there’s a whole lot of women in our community that’ll go along quietly with this, as the economic security provided by that patriarchy supports the matriarchy that walks hand in hand with it.

This to me, is one of the more spineless aspects of feminism.

The claim for money and power, inherent in feminism’s edicts, in pursuit of the ideal of equality, is baseless until they recognise the risk/hazard factor that exists in the modern economy regarding the grunt work that makes the wheels of industry turn.

I’ll believe that the average feminist has the courage of their convictions, when I see the gender imbalance on construction sites, weighted in favour of their claimed equality and we all see as a society women embracing employment outside of the usual occupations that females seem to dominate.

Some how I don’t think we’ll be seeing any changes soon.

Recently.

I’ve taken a short term gig, out west of here, at a place named Chillagoe. It’s the same old, same old as far as construction work in the resource sector goes.

One thing about Chillagoe, the internet access is shite.

 As in pretty much useless between 17:30- 0730.

This is playing havoc with the diploma. The econ part of it goes down alright, when there’s some reliable contact with the modern world. Playing catch up for three weeks of absecence gets kinda exciting when you try to cram those three weeks into a couple of days.

The cutoff for the econ tests I had to complete was 11:45 20/04. 

I can reall answering the last question at 11:44. 

The fun stuff I get up to on my R’n’R. 

Winter time=Business time.

Talking to my bro today.

He’s currently two thirds through the offspring’s birthday celebrations at the moment.

They have three of them.

I didn’t realise this but apparently they’re all a week apart with their respective birthdays.

Apparently winter was a good time for “business time” as a famed pair of Kiwis sang/white fella rapped about some time ago.

I suppose living in a location that corresponds with “normal” seasonal transitions helps as well.

Not like the most of northern Australia. Which is either wet or dry.

#straya.

Finding the time.

This week’s been busy.

Accounting and economics studies and all the fun stuff that comes with that as well.

Last Friday included a call up from a local labor hire company that I sometimes work for with a job offer, for a project out at Chillagoe. It seems that the resource sector in FNQ has found its feet, even in a minor way and started to make its presence felt.

That’ll increase the time limits on my study plans.

Then there’s been my brothers’ business development, that I have been marginally involved with. And as it has worked out, my involvement may go as far as a signed but not necessary non-disclosure agreement.

As I’ve stated a while ago, I want exposure to the wine industry and there’s currently an opportunity here locally. I haven’t made any enquiries on the business but it’s an opportunity all the same.

The saying goes, success is an intersection between opportunity and preparedness. And I’ve been caught flat-footed with this one.

It’s times like this I regret not taking full advantage of my down time. It’s hard but all the same when opportunities present themselves to you and you’re not ready it’s a bit of a wake up call.

If I’d saved the money. Completed those WSET courses, etc.

That’s a factor of human nature and something we take into account with economics, as I’m learning.

Time equals money, as the saying goes and once again, the regret sets in as a form of punishment for not being aggressive enough to have the faith in my efforts and fight forward and be prepared for those opportunities.

FM bad habits.

Economics, Accounting and Distance Ed


Just a short note for people like me who lack discipline and tend to waltz on into things they’re not necessarily prepared to take on.
Distance education ain’t the best option. 

Being in your home location lends itself to a more relaxed approach to things. And when you sign up for something as basic a Diploma of Business Studies, that’s been designed by people who want you to achieve something that may entice you into a degree, you need to consider your timings and approach to the subject.

I ain’t having a whine, I’m just reflecting on the process so far. 

As complex as the subjects I’m studying are and I’m enjoying it, there’s a need to have your shit together. 

Like learning how to use certain software. My past weekend has been consumed with a crash course on using MS Excel, while learning the various accounting equations.

This isn’t my way of doing business. I like organisation. I like structure.

Just some good for thought.

Something I’ve noticed about myself.

I’m into listening to soundtracks from movies.

I currently have the orchestral score for Baz Luhrmann’s production of The Great Gatsby on high rotation at the moment. 

My co worker, who’s ten years younger than me, finds this endlessly amusing to say the least.

She’s an alternative music type.

The other soundtracks I’ve been hooked on in the past are the ones for the movies Inception and District 9.

I like ’em.

That’s one of my kinds of different.
 

The wind down.

I’m done with this one. The scenery here is home to me as I’m from up the Gulf way but the project I’m on doesn’t meet my long developed standards of performance.

The saying goes “Prior planning prevents piss poor performance” and what I’ve seen so far on this project has confirmed that cliche nearly every day so far.

This episode has left me disappointed as this project should’ve been an easy one to roll up quickly but the company I’ve been hired too doesn’t seem to have their planning and resourcing capabilities developed to a level that enables them to prevent delays or react to any incurred or potential negative aspects that are inherent to this industry.

We all come across these types in the environments we find our employment in, we’ve all got these experiences. 

No big deal really. That’s life. That’s humans for ya.

You learn how to manage these issues in a professional manner, although I’m embarrassed to say that I was blindsided with this one. 

I’ll learn to ask “those” questions next time before I sign on.