Behind the Scenes

Pandemic After-Effects: or, Why I Quit My Job

June 14, 2021 By Rachel Stedman

Pandemic After-Effects

I quit my job this week.

I’m taking six months off to write, then will see what eventuates. Let’s hope something does 🙂

I reached this point after eighteen months working in Supply Chain, over a global pandemic. It’s called burn-out. For a while, I couldn’t think, could barely interact with folks outside of work. Too much going on in the head, and not enough time for me.

The counselor I saw, and the doctor who signed me off, both nodded understandingly when I described my symptoms.

“We’ve had a lot of this,” they both said. “People are tired. Exhausted.”

And more than just tired. I think there’s a global sense that time is short. With the pandemic, and all that’s happened around the world: cities locked down, Presidents espousing bleach, mass cremations – these things were unbelievable in 2019.

Everything has changed.

So last week I left the Day Job. Some folks looked surprised, but many, many others seemed to understand, and even more appeared envious. Seems to me, there are a lot of people needing time out on their lives.

This wasn’t an out-of-the-blue decision: I’d been saving my salary for a good few months, and so hopefully, we have enough put by to manage. My husband has his work, and our kids are old enough to look after themselves. After all, who knows what might happen next? If there’s one thing this pandemic’s taught us, it’s that we need to enjoy what we have.

So I’m going to work from home for the next six months, writing stories.

Watch this space.

All Thumbs at Work: or, The Importance of Fingers

June 13, 2021 By Rachel Stedman

At the Day Job, all the senior managers look like thumbs.

That is, they are white, middle-aged, tall(ish), and bald. Occasionally in the corporate photos, there’s a face that breaks the thumb-crowd: someone Maori, Asian, perhaps, or the odd woman. But mostly, it’s thumbs.

It’s weird working with so many thumbs. Not that I have anything against thumbs – they’re useful for gripping tools, and individually most are perfectly pleasant. But sometimes, it would be nice to have diversity: a pinky or an index finger, or perhaps a hand of a different color.

This was borne out to me forcibly the other week when my boss was promoted. (My boss is a half-thumb, being white and male, but still retaining a head of hair). I decided to apply for his job. Now obviously, I don’t fit the thumb model: I’m short and female. Although I am white, so one out of three.

I was not successful in my application. Did well at my interview apparently, but it’s a big role, and we need someone with more experience. Fair enough, I guess.

My new boss started last month. Seems a nice guy and has plenty of international experience. Not so much knowledge of New Zealand, or the primary sector, but that can come.

However, most importantly, he is a thumb. White, balding, and male

He’ll fit in just fine in the photos.

Why, Despite 2020, I Feel Cautiously Optimistic.

November 8, 2020 By Rachel Stedman

It’s been a mad, wild ride, this year of 2020. For much of this year, it’s been hard to feel optimistic about anything, right?

And now we’re into November.

I’ve written a couple of blog posts this year – mostly about pandemic novels. From that, you can gauge what 2020 has been like.

A quick summary of 2020 (to date):

I work full time in Supply Chain for a large meat company in New Zealand. The year began with China shutting down its manufacturing and borders, (try running a supply chain without China) and progressed through to a worldwide pandemic.

In April, New Zealand closed its borders and went into lockdown. 4 weeks or so of no-one traveling, workplaces closed, etc. But not the business I work for – it’s a food manufacturing business.

And in April, what was my job? To source sanitizer. (Not romantic or writerly, I know – but hey, it’s a living!) I wasn’t buying the little bottles you find at the supermarket: I buy barrel-loads of the stuff. And over April 2020, you just couldn’t find it, because the whole world was buying it and New Zealand is a long way away from most manufacturing.

Things grew easier in May, as some distilleries began to produce, and by June we were fine. But April was the toughest period, work-wise, by far.

Writing went on the back-burner for many months. Not only did I not have time: I didn’t have the energy. Watching the numbers of deaths climbing and the insanity of leaders – well, it saps your creativity.

Thank goodness the leader of New Zealand, Jacinda Ardern, listened to the scientists when they said – This is not just the flu. This is going to be really, really bad.

So now it’s November. At the time of writing, New Zealand has almost no active cases of COVID-19 in the community. Pub, restaurants, and bars are open: concerts and gigs are back to normal. We aren’t stupid – we know it can come back. But we have systems and tracking in place to manage this and the border is generally well managed.

It’s spring here in New Zealand. Today it’s Sunday, and the sun is shining. Flowers are out, birds are chirping.

Birds don’t notice the pandemic.

Cautiously Optimistic

Today, Biden won the U.S. election. And I’ve written 20,000 words of a new story: a romance, set in my home-town of Ōtepoti, Dunedin. Starring a witchy-journalist and an absent-minded scientist, the story’s about nature and creativity and love and myth. It’s cautiously optimistic. Like me.

Oh, I don’t have a title yet. But at least I have words on a page.

Facial Recognition: Fact or Fiction?

May 19, 2019 By Rachel Stedman

Most travellers agree: London is a fantastic city. There’s Big Ben, the Eye, Buck Palace and oh, only about a hundred galleries and museums – mostly FREE. Hey, what’s not to love about modern living mixed with gardens, palaces and loads of history?

In 2014, I travelled to London. Fun fact: writers notice things. We look at people: their clothes, their mannerisms, their habits. We’re aware of our surroundings: the light, the smells, the sounds. And, in the case of London – I was interested in the watchers.

Okay, partly this the result of a lifetime of John Le Carre and James Bond, and probably shows an unhealthy paranoia. But quite quickly it became apparent that in London, someone’s always watching.

What would happen, I wondered, if the tech, both public and private, became linked. Networked. And what would happen if this was used for facial recognition? I started developing the idea into a story, and quickly fell into the research rabbit hole. This is what I learned …

Facial Recognition (FR)

In 2014, FR was well under development. Facebook and Apple were working on it for app useage – FR sure makes filing photographs easier. But unsurprisingly, Governments and security firms were also interested. And in 2011, FR was used at the Superbowl.

Modern FR tech is a freaky thing. Modern systems don’t match you against a photo: modern systems map your face. Digital points are assigned to key points on your face, and an algorithm works out the distance between your eyes, the height of your nose, the width of your forehead and more. It works in 3D, and with a variety of light sources.

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These data points are unique to you – and if the data set on your face is large enough, and accurate enough, not even a balaclava will hide you. Under FR, Zorro’s mask would be a waste of time!

Fast forward to today …

I began developing the idea of Inner Fire, a story about a girl with a genetic ability, who could avoid a FR algorithm. And then I wondered who else might be interested in this ability, and what might be the other side-effects of such a genetic disorder. I learned about malignant hyperthermia, and fell into a whole new rabbit hole – but that’s a different blogpost.

I wanted to set Inner Fire in the near future, so as part of the story design, I had to imagine where this tech could lead … Scarily, it turns out, I was right.

At the time of writing this blog post (2018), it’s now possible to match FR against other biometric data: fingerprints, iris prints and finger vein recognition. These datasets can be queried almost instantaneously, so a match of who you are and where you are is very possible. This makes these systems highly effective at security (and customer service). That’s why FR will be installed at the 2020 Olympics.

Here’s an advertising video by FaceFirst, that shows how FR can be used.

There’s obviously a downside to the tech. In the hands of some governments, it’s frightening. Follow this link to see how China manages minority groups.

Can Facial Recognition have errors?

No tech is perfect: an algorithim is based on statistics and training, so there’s a learning curve, and errors can occur. With FR, the consequences of mistakes can be huge: a subject is mis-identified as a criminal. Currently, the data’s not as accurate for women, people of color, or trans- individuals, although no doubt that will change as algorithms are changed and improved.

In response to these concerns about Facial Recognition, last week San Francisco banned its adoption by law enforcement. Other cities are considering this too. Not London though – at least, not as far as I know.

Who else is developing this technology?

More scary than the tech itself is the question: who has access to these lovely, juicy datasets? As soon as any data is linked to the internet it becomes vulnerable. So, why bother to create FR tech when you can just hack someone elses?

My bet is that government spy agencies (maybe non-government ones as well) will be working out ways to hack these data-rich datasets. Hell, maybe they already have. Just last week, a secretive Israeli software company, NSO Group, admitted a hack on WhatsApp.

FR isn’t only being used on humans – a guy I know is working on an algorithm for sheep! There’s more information here on current trends in FR: https://blokt.com/guides/facial-recognition .

Fact or Fiction?

And all this leads me back to London. Because, as I say – writers notice things.

Back in 2014, I noticed all the cameras and had an idea for a story. If my heroine has a genetic code making her untraceable by cameras, what might an agency do, to discover her DNA? And if they came looking for her, how would she respond?

And so Inner Fire was born. A tale about Corinne Peterson, cursed with an hereditary disease; a secret government agency; and of course – true love. Inner Fire is fiction.

But sometimes fiction leads to fact. It’s exciting, but more than a little scary to discover that in 2014, I was right.