Woke nice an early this morning, 5am as usual, to prepare for another soul destroying slog through the job boards, another round of CV review and revise, another day in the life of an unemployed person.
My day always follows the same routine, wake, watch the news , have a coffee and break my fast with toast.
I have come to conclude that the majority of our economic woes would go away if only the media would stick to reporting the news instead of abusing their monopolistic hold on our collective short attention span to drive the agenda of their owners or political influencers. Something about responsible journalism comes to mind. But we do not want to risk the freedoms of our journalists to expose corruption and challenge the establishment.
So what caught my attention this morning was “Iain Duncan Smith, the Work and Pensions Secretary, tells parents to get a job.”
Thanks Iain, I hadn’t thought of that. What a fantastic innovation to the situation faced today by millions of British families today.
What does Iain Duncan Smith know about life for working class families anyway? Sure, he and his ilk tricked enough of them into voting for their party, and I can’t deny that standing for election is like to be the most gruelling job selection process known to man, but if and when he and his are finally ousted they will not be joining the dole queue. Not as long as he can speak. Iain Duncan Smith is a well paid after dinner speaker. And let’s not forget about the many offers for consulting roles that are sure to flow in for senior politicians once their political careers are finished. No, the Right Honourable gentleman from Edinburgh has never known the feel of poverty or the struggle to find work.
We are trying to get a job Iain. Unless you have something constructive to add to the conversation do us all a favour and go swill on champaign. Repeat the process until you finally realise you have no authority or gravitas to preach to the working class. Having had a real job nearly 30 years ago does not qualify you to speak to the reality of working class living in 2012.
I sent out another 19 application yesterday. I have been invited to participate in a telephone interview tomorrow and a face to face meet and greet (not even an interview) next week. This is progress. The past month has been bad. Not even a single telephone interview. Perhaps things are turning. Lets not go on about green shoots though. The main difference is that I have expanded my search parameters to include things I once thought behind me. Never mind that in all the world there are only 20 people who can claim to have my experience in a particular area. The opportunities in that area are rare. My primary skill set is also rare. So, while constantly testing the boundaries of my skill set against the market and refining my CV I have also learned that there are real drawbacks to specialising.