The Job Club

This was a bit like the old Job Club that used to exist in the 70’s and 80’s, just like in the Full Monty.  But with my physique I am unlikely to end up stripping so I hope it’s not compulsory.   Actually it was probably exactly like the old job clubs but updated for the new millennium ie computers instead of newspapers.  I looked around to see what other people were there as most had drifted in well after I arrived.  They were not exactly at the upper end of the job searching market!  One or two looked like they had forgotten to wash this morning.  A couple of the men must have left their supermarket trolleys outside and one woman was wider than she was tall and she was almost 6’ tall (she would be good in the Full Monty!!).  Several were sitting around doing crosswords and other word puzzles.  Some were actually using the computers although I could not see what they were looking at.  I guessed that if the computers had sound then we would probably be listening to lots of panting and cries of ecstasy!  Ewan explained that they were all networking.  So that’s networking I thought, now I know!   A little unfair.  There was a meeting at the end of the room with a leader extolling the virtues of a good CV and how it should be constructed.  So something useful was going on.

Ewan explained that because of my requirements and level of job search that I would be seen on a one to one basis.  Thank god I thought!  Again, a little unfair of me.  These people (or some of them at least) must have been as serious as me about finding a suitable job otherwise they wouldn’t be here surely.

On the way home I convinced myself that this club thing would be good.  At least it would get me out of the house doing what I am doing when I am here.