“You deffo did right there,” she said, “You’ll need that kind of money for buying me a new winter coat.”
I looked at her.
“I’m joking,” she said, “It’s pull our belts in time. You get upstairs on your desktop and start your searching. I’ll finish making your tea.”
That night in bed we talked further and she insisted that we let our parents know – in case we got desperate later on. They’d be more likely to help out if we’d kept them in the loop from the outset.
Day two – On Reflection
I’m counting my blessings after a night’s sleep. I was a while dropping off because my mind kept turning over this new situation. By now I was starting to get things in perspective. Three months’ notice is as good as anyone gets I suppose – and I wouldn’t even have to work my way through it. From my point of view, that alone would buy me some time, and I suppose that the new people don’t want any disgruntled ex-employees sabotaging anything. That’ll probably be why the retraining sessions will be held in hotels.
I’d also looked at my possible state benefits the previous night, and it looks as though I’ll probably qualify for Job Seekers allowance for six months. I’ll need to apply online, but I’m not clear yet whether my salary during my notice period will reduce that to three months. Still, it seems that I’ll be entitled to more than £100 per week: better than a kick in the teeth.
After breakfast, once Helen had left to drop Paul off at school on her way to the shop, I started off wondering where to begin. It was tempting to find excuses not to put fingers to keyboard – like, ‘is it time for another cup of tea yet?’ or ‘should I phone X or Y to compare notes?’” Nevertheless, I decided to call in at the office before I did much else. Call it insurance but you never know when former workmates will be useful when networking – perhaps even collaborating in a start-up if we can’t find work elsewhere.
Later that day – at the office
That visit to the office was useful after all. Some of the folks there had also been to London and had the same type of interview I’d had. We’d all be on the same seminar the following Monday. Some had, only recently, received the email summons and would be interviewed before the end of the week. None of us had been spared. From what I was able to gather, we were part of the first tranche of those being ‘let-go’. Marketing staff of the current parent company and its flotilla of subsidiaries were all ‘out’. We were not seen as posing a threat or holding secrets, but the predator company had its own marketing people and its own ideas about its brand-image and the way it wanted to project it. HR people were also ‘out’ -which would be why I’d had to go to London. Most IT and Finance people had already been given the push – probably seen as the potential saboteurs most likely to inflict major damage. People at the production sharp-end would be kept on.
I was glad that I’d been. Some of those there were already considering going solo or in a small start-up. Finance, IT Personnel and Marketing skills could provide an ideal nucleus for a small enterprise. Maybe I should be seeing job-hunting as a side-line while our small group thrashed out some ideas to work-up. All of us were booked on the planned seminar, which would be at a large hotel in central Manchester. Perhaps there’ll be time on the train or during breaks to fix a date for a preliminary gathering somewhere to brainstorm ideas. I should have checked before I left who’d be going by train – for me it was a no-brainer; there’s an express train to Manchester from a local station, close to my house with a large free car park.
Later that day – back home
I was back home in time to collect Paul from school. I’d phoned Helen’s mum on the way home to let her know that she was off-the-hook for once. The young woman at the school door – I think her name was Chloe – recognised me as Paul’s dad from previous times, so she let him come out to me. The first time I’d collected him, I’d had to tell her the agreed password. It would have been too uncool for him to have been seen holding my hand on the way back to the car, so he walked ahead. He waited until we were in the car before he asked whether I’d written to Father Christmas yet. I told him that I had and that I’d print off for him a copy of the letter I’d sent when we got home.
So, okay; desktop booted-up; Microsoft Word loaded. First task run-off a copy of the pretend letter to Santa Claus that I’d typed the previous evening before bedtime. Next action – locate and load old CV that I’d use for a basis of review towards update. Now that I’ve read it, I realise that we aren’t off to a good start! Although the information will come in useful, it’s too wordy and the layout is definitely dated. I’d had a look at online CV preparation sites before bedtime last night and my old layout is as redundant as I am.
What do they have in common? Well, my name’s the same: David Jonathan Pearce. My date of birth hasn’t altered – 3 September, 1980. Home address: that hasn’t changed either: Two, Coleridge Avenue, Codmanton, West Yorkshire YZ32 3HU. National Insurance number – I’ll need to look that up, I didn’t include it in my old CV.
Marital status: Yes – I don’t think that they usually ask about children these days.
Qualifications – well there’s my upper- second degree in marketing and the postgrad stuff that I did when I started work.
Experience – twelve years, with my current employer only. Bummer – that doesn’t sound as if I’ve been very ambitious does it?
I expect that I’ll need to tailor my core and other competencies to whatever application I make and its job description.
Right! Let’s have a look at which of the online CV models is likely to work best for me. I wonder if I’ll need to include a photograph. Perhaps I could spend some time working up a CV as a marketing proposal. Well, that shouldn’t be too difficult and it would give any speculative applications some magic to showcase my promotional skills.
Next: I suppose I’d better register with sites like LinkedIn to make my availability known.
Anything else: Oh God! Yes. I need to draft some letters to the banks and so on.
That looks like enough to keep me going until bedtime. I’d better get started.
Todays’ image is a view, taken while looking skywards, of some skyscrapers such as the Lloyds building, off Leadenhall Street near its junction with St Mary Axe in London’s Square Mile financial district. I was a bit nervous about taking the photograph, because I’d read that the whole of that district is on private land with its own police force. Other photographers have been warned off and at least one arrested from what I’d read. Nevertheless, I got my camera out of my backpack and lay down on my back on the pavement to take a few shots like this. After I’d snapped them, somewhat hurriedly, I got back on my feet and put my camera back in the backpack as I walked away quickly. It seemed to amuse some passers-by. I’ll use another of the shots in a few days probably. I took this shot in January 2020 during a rare weekend of photography there.
The EXIF Data for the featured photo are as follows: Pentax K-1, 36 MP full-frame camera with a 15-30 mm f/2.8 lens at 15 mm and f/16 The shutter speed was 1/320 secs and the ISO was 3200. The camera was handheld and the post-processing was in Lightroom.