Okay, I am sixty-one years old. Not ancient, but not a youngster either. As most of the rest of you in my readership, I did not grow up with anything more technical than a clunk-style TV with four to six channels and a rotary dial phone. That was it! And BTW, the telephone belonged to the phone company and the bill my folks paid included a few cents a month for rent on the device. I can still hear the sound it made as you dialed a number. Can't describe it, but I remember what it sounded like.
Of those sixty-one years, I have been gainfully employed for forty-two years. I've done a lot of different things, ranging from soda jerk to lane sweeper, insurance investigator, librarian, retail clerk, cashier, newspaper journalist, copy editor, bookkeeper, transcriptionist, chicken farmer, administrative assistant, resume developer, qualitative chemist, inventory specialist, minister, tutor, bookseller, budget developer, foundation and grant administrator and research investigator. Those are just the ones that come to mind at the moment.
Today, finding a shoe that fits is far more difficult than I would have expected.
The job listings I find on the web sites for employment agencies include many things I have never heard of.
The industries represented are banking, real estate, investing, internet technicians, technical designers, long haul drivers (semi trailers) riggers, fellers, mechanics, automotive specialists, auto sales, account technicians, construction workers and administrators and on and on. Seems that available jobs run from industrial to medical and pharmaceutical to technical.
Some of them are so bogus you really have to be careful:
