Phew…. I mean, seriously??  2009?  What the hell happened to us?  How many of us are still in the same job they were in when this whole mess started? (Okay, so it started in the middle of  ’08, but shit last year was long).

More to the point: now that things are getting better* in the economy**, how long are you planning on staying in your job?  There are signs that a lot of the folk who avoided getting laid-off*** last year, and handed the workload(s) of their laid-off colleagues, are starting to look around for new opportunities.

So, a couple of thoughts on that:

  • The grass is in no way greener. It’s just farther away, and the sun’s playing funny tricks on your eyes. The companies you’re drooling over almost invariably did the same thing to their employees as your’s did to you.  The cut costs, survived, made the people who survived their rounds of lay-offs work like a demon, didn’t give out raises or bonuses, etc.
  • If people do start jumping ship – yay! musical jobs time!!  Here’s the difference: unlike in the actual game, where you aren’t allowed back in to get a chance at a chair once you’re out, in the musical jobs game, you can jump right back in.  In other words – start dancing.  Get your info out there, remind your networks you exist (they got drunk over the holidays and forgot you.  Seriously.  Get back in their faces).

I’m going to start publishing my tips/ anger/ general frothiness about the predicated churn as the quarter progresses.  I’ll have more tips, etc along the way.  Here’s one:

If your cover letter starts off like this, you’re in trouble:

“I read the requirements for the Position on-line. Here are some highlights of how my qualifications might match the requirements necessary”

This is the equivalent of me writing to the lottery, and saying “I read someone won some Money. Here are some numbers that might match the balls that rolled out of the hopper”. 

*”They” say things are getting better- and I don’t know exactly who They are, but you know who I mean. Or don’t.  It’s the same thing.

**Which is driven by human emotion, so it’s about as predictable as your 98-year-old, senile Great-Aunt Mildred behind the wheel for one last freedom ride.

***What – exactly – does that mean?  It sounds dirty.  I prefer the UK phrasing: “made redundant”.  It implies that scary robots have come in and taken over my job,  and I’m redundant.  Which is at least interesting in a sci-fi, time to fight for humanity’s survival sort of way.  As opposed to us over-sexed Americans.  We should be prude.  Like the Europeans.