It's Official: the Recession just became a Depression-UpdateSubmitted by Ron Johnson on Tue, 07/19/2011 - 09:58
UPDATE 9/4/11: I have accepted a position in Appleton, WI. I will be working for a well-established major retailer serving the agricultural community. I've been away from N.E. Wisconsin/ U.P. for 27 years, first with department stores in Ohio, then a chain in PA, then a family shoe store chain in St Louis. I feel like I am circling around to my roots. Coming home.
I have been asked how I landed a job, at age 53, in just 6 weeks. Well, I'd like to say it's because I'm good, but the truth is that it was the willingness to move and a bit of luck. A headhunter saw my resume on Monster or CareerBuilder the day after I posted it, and he was working on a job opening that matched my experience. The rest just unfolded.
It is sometimes hard to remember that even in the worst economic times, there is work to be done. Maybe not in your preferred field. Maybe not in your town. Maybe not at the pay you would like. But someone out there needs you, wants you, and is looking for you.
I appreciated the outpouring of concern from DPers.
I was told yesterday that I will be losing my job in about a month.
When my friends lost their jobs, I felt bad for them, and I did what I could to give them letters of recommendation and moral support. They mostly got back to work, but for some it took a couple of years. Some are still waiting. Such is the job market in the Recession.
But now I'm losing mine. Visions of bankruptcy, starvation, and homelessness haunt my mind. Losing a long term job is a real mind bender.
The Depression is in my mind. I know that, and I know I will shake myself out of it. I went through a patch of unemployment about twenty years ago and I got through it. But I was a young pup then. A scared new father. Today, my son is grown (he likes it here, so he doesn't want to leave, which is not all bad because I would feel bad if he hated it here) and I've got a couple of bucks in the bank. Not much more. I'm not going to starve...yet.
On the other hand, prospects in my industry, retail, are dim. Despite the happy news from Washington, lots of retailers are hanging on by their fingernails. They might be doing volume, but they ain't making no money. That's the payback for thirty years of retail overbuilding encouraged by low interest rates and municipalities jiggering the system so they can collect another dime in sales tax. Now there is no financing, no customers, no way to make payroll and rent, and no way out but bankruptcy and liquidation.
It's time to shift gears, I guess. Get out of reselling. Get into making stuff. I'm good at smoked salmon. I build some kick-butt wooden kayaks and canoes. I'm pretty good as a handyman, though I think every guy who ever lost a job has thought of that one. I'm also a pretty good talker. If I can convince a wild-eyed liberal to support Ron Paul, then I can sell proverbial ice cubes to proverbial Eskimos.
There, I'm starting to feel better. Ratchet up my backbone, put on my shirt and tie, and go do my job as best I can while I still have one, and at the same time work my contacts for job lead
The only question now is: will my boss notice before or after he starts driving that he has four flat tires?