Getting employment is nigh-on impossible. Believe me. Anyone thinking to the contrary is frankly deluded.
Let me tell you my story. I had my own company, importing machinery from Japan. Built it up and after 10 years or so was turning over some £6m and employing some 20 staff or so. Life was good, I drove an AMG S-Class, and my Mrs a Range Rover Vogue. Had a box at The City for friends and family, paid myself well. One day, couple of the Japanese guys fly in to see me and tell me that we’ve done so well in cultivating the UK market, they want to set up their own subsidiary. Thanks and cheerio. Gave me a gold Rolex by means of thanks and got back on the plane. So, nice expensive watch, but no business…
I took the next 6 months winding up the business. I had to sink all – and I mean all – my personal savings back into the business, sold the cars and the horrible bloody watch to pay redundancy packages to everyone on the payroll. Literally hero to zero in no time. And started job hunting.
Given all the savings had gone, I – like everyone else – still needed to pay the mortgage and feed the family. I hadn’t had a pay packet in 6 months so needed to work, whilst looking for something permanent. I applied for at least 10 jobs a day – to do anything, and I mean anything. I got a few days’ work as a delivery driver, about a fortnight cleaning dishes in a café. I’d worked as a bouncer some 20 years ago, so I got my accreditations again and did that – but could only get work in Nottingham, which kinda defeated the object as the travelling costs took a huge chunk out of what I could earn. Ultimately, I found work, but well after 6 months. It was agency work, stacking wine boxes filled with 12 bottles as they came on a conveyor at a warehouse in Crick. One box every 6 seconds. It was damn back-breaking. I took every shift I could, 12 hours a day, 7 days a week for the minimum wage. I stayed with that job until the Christmas when the contract finished.
Thereafter, I got no more work whatsoever for three months before getting a ‘proper’ job again. So, in nigh-on 9 months, I applied for hundreds of jobs and got a handful. Some of which only lasted a couple of days. Anyone who thinks it’s easy out there is in need of the reality check I sadly had forced upon me.
That’s all about 2 years back. I wouldn’t have thought things are much better now for those thrown into the bear-pit of the job market. I now have a job akin to the one I had a few years back. My year-end bonus is more than I could have earned in five years stacking those damn wine boxes; it's damn hard when you're on your arse, I can now see that. There’s not a day that I’m not thankful for what I have, and spare a thought for those less fortunate. As you never know what’s around the corner…