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Don’t Believe The Chamber of Commerce In Dickinson, North Dakota

I want to beat the Chamber of Commerce in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I want to get to you, before they do.  I want to tell you the truth, rather than have you listen to lies and bullshit.

The individuals in the Dickinson Chamber of Commerce may not be bad people, but they have a job to do, and that job is to mislead you about Dickinson.

When I first wrote this blog post in November of 2015, the housing prices in Dickinson were very, very high.  Extremely high.  This was the result of greed, lack of human decency, and stupidity.  There was this lie going around that everybody in the oil field was making $100,000 per year.  In the five years that I have lived in Dickinson, I have only ever met three people who made over $100,000 per year in the oil field.

The Oil Boom was over in western North Dakota by the end of 2015, due to the price of oil dropping from over $100 per barrel down to $40 per barrel.  Many oil field jobs went away, and many of the out of state workers returned to the states where they came from.  Once the apartments, manufactured home parks, and trailer parks became less than half occupied, the rents throughout Dickinson decreased greatly.

During the Oil Boom, the people in Dickinson were not friendly, not helpful, and not cooperative.  Once the Oil Boom was over, the people in Dickinson became even meaner, in part due to increased competition for fewer jobs, but also because they want people to leave Dickinson.

The people in Dickinson dislike people who are from someplace else, and they also dislike each other.  Anything that you say to people in Dickinson, will probably make them dislike you more.  If you arrive in Dickinson now, you are better off staying away from people.  Just remain in your hotel, or your home, there isn’t anything to do or anywhere to go anyway, and you will likely be stopped by the Dickinson Police.

There is a shortage of women in Dickinson, and a lack of attractive women.  The ratio of men to women in Dickinson is probably 3:1.  The Dickinson Police Department try as hard as they can to not allow prostitution in Dickinson, though it is needed.  The Dickinson Police create fake advertisements for attractive women wanting to have sex, and then arrest people when they show up.

You can not safely go out to bars or restaurants in Dickinson at night, because the Dickinson Police try as hard as they can to arrest people for DUI.  In Dickinson, the Police are so eager to arrest people for DUI or other charges, that they will follow you and stop you for any reason they can think of.  The Dickinson Police are encouraging people to leave Dickinson.

In Dickinson, all of the restaurants have employees and servers that don’t like their jobs.  All of the restaurant employees think that everyone else is making over $100,000 per year, and they aren’t, and they are mad about it.  The servers are disappointed and can’t understand why people don’t spend $50 per meal and leave them a $20 tip, like they all heard about.  How are they ever going to make $300 a night at Applebees like they planned?

There is not a lot to do in Dickinson.  It is cold and grey from about October through April, at least seven months of cold weather.

The oil field work has been reduced by about 80% over the past several years.  Most of the oil field workers who lost their jobs went back to the states where they came from because housing prices were so high here, the people are unfriendly, there is a shortage of women, you can’t go out to bars and restaurants at night, the restaurants have terrible service, there is not a lot to do, the Police encourage people to leave Dickinson, and it is cold for at least seven months of the year.

The people in Dickinson, and the employers in Dickinson, hate people with an education.  The employers in Dickinson would much rather hire someone with several felony convictions, than someone with a college degree.  In Dickinson, your supervisors and co-workers will be people convicted of robbery, theft, assault, and drug charges.  Perform a Google search and look up your company owners, managers, and personnel on www.ndcourts.gov/publicsearch/default.html before you accept a job with a company in Dickinson.

What do I want?  I want the truth to be known.  I had thought that Dickinson could change, but it probably won’t.  Once the Oil Boom went away, the people in Dickinson became even meaner.  I had not realized that the local people in Dickinson had been on their best behavior during the Oil Boom.  All I can do now is warn people what Dickinson is like.

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3rd Post About Prostitution In Dickinson, North Dakota

This will be my third blog post about prostitution in Dickinson, North Dakota.  Back during the oil boom, I used to write that the ratio of men to women in Dickinson was about 3:1.  I used to write that all of the attractive housewives in Dickinson had to do their shopping during the day, before all the oil field workers got off work, so that they wouldn’t be asked out, propositioned, and harassed.

There was a shortage of women in Dickinson, and all of the construction workers, truck drivers, and oil field workers realized that they were just wasting their time trying to pick up the waitresses and convenience store clerks, who were asked out by ten different guys every day.  Some truck drivers told me to go to the website “Backpage”, and look under the “escort” category.  There were some nice looking women escorts.  However, in the newspapers and on television news, there were regularly reports about the police in Dickinson and Bismarck arresting men who showed up for their appointment with escorts.  It was infuriating to me, the women in Dickinson didn’t want to be harassed by men, so the men sought out prostitutes instead, and the police arrested the men when they showed up for their appointment with an escort.

Now the oil boom is over, and about 80% of the male out-of-state workers have left  Dickinson.  The ratio of men to women in Dickinson is now probably equal.  There is not really a need for prostitution in Dickinson now.  However, all of the wives of the property developers and property managers will now probably have to become prostitutes.  Most of the real estate agent women also will have to become prostitutes.

Now that about 80% of the male out-of-state workers have left Dickinson, there is not a need for additional waitresses and bartenders.  There are very few job openings in Dickinson now.  The occupancy rate in the new apartments in Dickinson is probably about 30%.  The property developers are probably going to go bankrupt.  The property investors/property managers are probably going to go bankrupt.  Properties and houses are not selling now because so many people have left town.  Real estate agents are not making any money.

It is kind of unfortunate for them, that the property developer wives, property manager wives, and real estate agents are going to have to become prostitutes now, when all of the oil field workers who had money have left town.

I want to provide some useful, helpful information to all the women in Dickinson who will now have to become prostitutes.  I hereby grant permission to the Chamber of Commerce in Dickinson to reprint the following useful information:  I recommend that you do not stand on street corners or walk the street.  There is no use being out in the cold, your friends and neighbors will likely drive by and recognize you.  You need to place an advertisement on the website “Backpage”, under “escorts”.  I recommend that when you post your photos, you have some kind of blind fold across part of your face, so that your friends and neighbors will not recognize you.  Try to write a brief, inviting, description of services, that makes you stand out from the other women.  By posting an advertisement online, and waiting for phone calls, you can still show houses, do book keeping work for your husband, do laundry, and do cleaning.

You need to be cautious about being a prostitute.  I recommend that you read the website written by Maggie NcNeil titled,”The Honest Courtesan”.  You can e-mail her, and ask her questions.  Maggie McNeil used to be a prostitute and a madam.  You should talk to your customers on the phone first, to get an idea what they are like, and to try to find out some information about them.  You might be safer having your customers come to your own home.  If your husband is going to give your customers a dirty look, and say things like,”If you go over thirty minutes, it’s another fifty dollars”, you might have to meet your customers at a vacant house or apartment that you are trying to show as a property manager or real estate agent.

If you have a customer that looks clean, he is probably a cop.  Most of your customers will be older, overweight truck drivers.  Also in Dickinson, there are a lot of blacks from Africa, that have come to Dickinson to work at WalMart, or attend Dickinson State University.  Remember, Africa has a very high rate of AIDs, so you will have to be especially careful when working for these customers.

I think that’s enough for now.  I will try to think of more helpful, useful, advice for property developers, property investors, property managers, and real estate agents in Dickinson, during this time at which you are going bankrupt.  I won’t hold it against you that you tried to gouge and take advantage of everyone for the past eight years.

 

 

 

 

Getting Treated Like Shit, in Dickinson, North Dakota, Part I

I will begin this story, in the middle of my stay in Dickinson, North Dakota, in 2014.  I had applied for a government job in Dickinson.  This would be my second job working for the government.  The application was very long, approximately twenty pages.  Employment history, education history, special qualification history, criminal history/disqualifiers.

I turned in my application.  I would be required to take an exam the following week, and undergo further testing after that.  On Thursday at approximately 4:00 p.m., an e-mail was sent from the human resources person in Dickinson, stating that I needed to provide my high school transcripts by the following Monday.  I happened to check my e-mail on Thursday at 6:00 p.m., and my reaction was,”What the fuck!  God damn it!  How the fuck am I going to get my high school transcripts by Monday?  I have one business day, I graduated from high school over twenty-five years ago, 2,000 miles away, I don’t even know if they still have my transcripts.”  I cursed some more, this was the Dickinson human resource’s way of disqualifying me from this job, by me being unable to submit all required paper work by Monday.  From my application they knew when and where I graduated, they knew it would be impossible for me to get my transcripts by Monday.

I graduated from a state in the Southeast, twenty five years ago.  I telephoned my high school at 7:00 a.m. Friday morning, Dickinson time, it was 9:00 a.m. back East.  My high school said that I needed to telephone the county archive office.  I listened to the county archivist phone recording which gave their website address.  I looked at the county archives website.  I understood the instructions about the request for records process, but they needed to receive a payment by check or money order by mail to complete the process.  I called the archive office back, and left a polite but desperate voice mail, quickly explaining my situation.  I sent a polite but desperate e-mail with my completed application for high school transcripts.  About one million people live in the county that I was dealing with.  The archivist woman had to go out to a warehouse, locate the high school records, find my high school, find my year of graduation, find my records, go scan them, e-mail them to me, without receiving any payment.

The human resources lady in Dickinson, was trying to disqualify me from the job because I was from out-of-state.  There was no chance that I was going to get my high school transcripts from twenty-five years ago, in one day.  The archivist lady back where I was from, dropped what she was doing, dug out my records, scanned them, and e-mailed them to me by 1:00 p.m., breaking the rules, without receiving payment.  They do things like that in the South.

I was grateful that I got my transcripts on Friday, in plenty of time to deliver them.  But I was surprised at what I got, I got about thirteen pages.  I don’t know if this was supposed to happen, but I got everything.  The first three pages were grade reports, but I had never seen them in this format.  Rather than reporting grades by quarter, they were reported by course and final grade for the year.  9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th grade, every course was an “A”.  There was an official stamp, “Rank 1 out of 290“.  Mother fucker!  I was the salutatorian, I gave the salutatorian speech at graduation.  They lied to me!  I was actually the valedictorian, well how about that.  They fucked me out of that, oh well.

What were these other ten pages?  They were a psychological assessment and evaluation.  In 10th grade, the school system did a personal evaluation, which I somewhat remember.  There were test results, explanation and interpretation of results, scores plotted on a chart.  The first two types of intelligence testing, my IQ was 124, 125.  The third type of intelligence testing, verbal/vocabulary, my IQ was 134.  The fourth type, awareness/socialization, my IQ was 118.  The last, I believe was math, my IQ was 125.  My overall IQ was 126.  The assessment explained that 126 IQ was classified as “highly intelligent”, that 130 IQ was classified as “gifted”.  The concluding recommendation was that I should be taken out of advanced classes, and placed in the “gifted” program.

Well, that explained a lot.  I had read when I was about thirty years of age, that in order to be an engineer, you needed to have an IQ of more than 130.  No wonder that I had had such a hard time passing my engineering classes, I didn’t have a high enough IQ.  It also explained why I wasn’t working as an engineer, I found it tedious, frustrating, and difficult.  It explained why I wound up in Dickinson.  If I had my wish, if I would have been able to make enough money, I would have liked to have lived in a home on the water in Florida.  I did not have a high enough IQ, hence, I am in Dickinson.

I turned in the grade reports only, to the human resources department in Dickinson on Friday.  The following Monday, I took the exams and got an 82%, 93%, and 93%.  I only needed to get 70%, 70%, and 70% to pass and be eligible.  I thought that I did really well at the interview, there were four interviewers.  I did not get the job.  I decided, fuck them, that is the last time I will ever apply to any government job in Dickinson.

About four months later, I applied to a job at Dickinson State University.  The job did not pay that well, but I was very much looking forward to being eligible to take tuition-free, or reduced-tuition classes at Dickinson State University.  DSU had had my completed application for more than a month, when the human resources lady sent me an e-mail requesting that I send them my resume before Monday.  The DSU human resources lady waited until the end of the day on Thursday to send this request by e-mail.  I was furious when I checked my e-mail on Saturday.  I had been working on a construction site out of town.  When I tried to send my resume first thing Monday morning, I already had an e-mail in my in-box from DSU, stating that the position I had applied to, had now been filled.

The point of this blog post is this: When someone from out-of-state applies to a job in Dickinson, these local people here will do whatever it takes to try to make sure that you don’t get the job.  Both of the employment examples that I have given in this post, these two jobs were not advertised very well, they were practically hidden.  Both of theses jobs were not advertised in the newspaper, North Dakota Job Services, Indeed, CareerBuilder, or Monster.com.  Both of these jobs were advertised for a very short period of time.  The local people here in Dickinson, they wanted to tell their friends, tell their relatives about a job opening in the government or Dickinson State University, and make sure that there would not be any competition from better qualified candidates from out-of-state.  When an out-of-state person did apply, the human resources people tried to wait until the last minute to request additional paper work, so that the applicant would be unable to submit the required paper work in time, and be disqualified.  I later met the individual that was hired for the position that I had applied to at Dickinson State University.  He had far less qualifications than I did in both education and experience, but he was from Dickinson.

I stated in a previous post, that I wanted to beat the Chamber of Commerce in Dickinson, North Dakota, that I wanted to tell people the truth about Dickinson.  I want to tell people from out-of-state, that though the Chamber of Commerce wants to paint a pretty picture of Dickinson, if you come here, you will be treated like shit.