Thinking back to the dying days of Ebbw Vale: it was June 2001 and a 2-month secondment to Trostre was coming to an end. I had hoped to use my stint there as a means find a different job, but so far no luck.
That’s when I made a call to Ian Hobson to see if there was a chance to continue working in Ebbw Vale for the final year, thereby giving me another year to complete my job search. As it was, he was under the impression that I had already left Ebbw Vale and found myself another job, and was surprised that I hadn’t.
Now suppose that I hadn’t made that phone call, or that Ian was not available to take the call when I did ring him. That would have meant unemployment aged 45, with not enough success under my belt to storm the interview ladder, and far too green in IT to make a success of my recently acquired Java certificate (see blog “Computeach“).
It’s a toss of a coin whether my job search would have been successful, and if it hadn’t been, unemployment would have been harder to break in your mid forties than it had been a decade, or even five years, before. And with only a measly 11 years of pension accumulated, that part of the equation didn’t look too rosy either.
As it was, traffic lights came and made my name, and it set me on course for the next 15 years in the Corus / Tata fold.