Now, I have a job, and no particular desire to get a new one, but so ingrained is the effect of my unemployed weeks in Manchester that I tend to grab the first MEN I see every Thursday without even remembering that it’s Jobs Day.
Today, however, I was reminded. The paper-stand chappie at the Piccadilly Gardens end of Market Street had given up on subtler methods of giving people free news and had covered his stall in handwritten signs just saying ‘Jobs’. How to give away newspapers in a recession, lesson #4.
Also, maybe I’m imagining it, but has anyone else noticed that there are a LOT of teaching and healthcare jobs around at the moment? And I mocked all my schoolfriends who became teachers just like their mothers (that is: more or less all of my schoolfriends). They may be the only recession-proof people I know.
Also playing on people’s job fears is a frankly despicable Army advert I hadn’t seen before today, which attempts to entice new recruits under the slogan ‘Feeling insecure in your job?’. Subtext: ‘making stuff and serving people and jobs like that are pretty expendable, but we’ll ALWAYS need people to kill people’. Or maybe an alternative slogan could be: ‘The Army: for people who put job security above life security’.
Sorry I haven’t been blogging a lot lately. In the winter months I like to sleep a lot.