The company where I work recently lost a major contract and jobs went, too. Mine was one of them, though I’ll be working for another month or so. I’m quite sanguine about it, recognising that those of us who are going are perhaps facing a better future. We might struggle to find jobs, but we won’t have to deal with the incoming chaos of a management system ill suited to the needs of the business. I will find it far more difficult to reinvent and redefine myself than when I last undertook such an exercise. I was 45 then and now I’m 57. My general office skills need brushing up and my computer skills are not what they were (I’ve been working in a very particular area with very particular systems for far too long), but I am still capable of learning quickly and my store of general knowledge should stand me in good stead. I’m presently optimistic though I reserve the right to change my opinion should I end up unemployed and in dire straits.
I’m having much fun clearing out my desk and chucking out years of EBA negotiation memos and drafts and I’ve cleared a huge spot on the bookshelf at home by throwing out related documentation (when you take your task seriously, you end up accumulating a lot of what later might or might not prove to be rubbish; but whichever of those is the case here, I don’t care any more, so out they go). Now, what shall I put there? New knitting books? New sewing books? Plastic boxes of yarn or fabric scraps? Oh, the possibilities are almost endless. In preparation for the weeks where I’ll be job hunting, I’m keeping myself sane now by knitting a lot. It’s a good thing to be doing these days. This morning’s real temperature was around six degrees. That’s quite cold enough for me. The hat I’m knitting with lovely, thick Bendigo Woollen Mills‘ Murano yarn, is keeping me sane, busy and productively occupied. Dr B loves the colours (this hat is not for him, though I could probably be persuaded to make one for him). I might have lost my job, but in the knitting stakes I reckon I’m onto a winner.