Thursday, 24 February 2011

Days 35 to 40: Epilogue

On Tuesday the 4th of January 2011, I began writing my first ever blog.  I’d wanted to write a blog for a while and it was actually one of my New Year’s Resolutions to get my memoirs off the ground.  The circumstances of the blog perhaps weren’t the most jovial, but I’d decided that now was as good a time as any and hence forth, “Life After the Public Sector” was born.

The 4th of January was a particularly significant date to start the blog because it was also the day that millions of people across the UK returned to work, following their Christmas and New Year breaks.  Unfortunately, having just been made redundant, I was no longer part of that working fraternity and as my search for work began, so too did my opportunity of sharing my experiences of searching for work.
Exactly seven weeks later, on Tuesday the 22nd of February 2011 - I officially ‘signed off’ Job Seekers Allowance and in doing so, my search for work came to an end.  Whilst it’s true that confirmation of my new job had actually arrived seven days previously, it’s also true that by the time I commence my new role, I’ll have missed out on EIGHT full weeks of wage-earning potential!  That’s exactly 40 days and 40 nights of work …which is fittingly biblical given that I’ve been signing-off my blog with “Many blessings”!  The search for work was finally over though…so thank God for that!
What happened during those forty days and forty nights went on record across thirty editions of this blog and the journey that followed could only be described as a rollercoaster ride.
The Beginning
Long before any of this started, I’d had a reasonable understanding of the impending job cuts at the council.  I also had a full appreciation that being employed on a fixed-term contract had put me in a particularly vulnerable position.
Having already  been made redundant four times previously, I began browsing for jobs as early as November and applied, albeit a little half-heartedly, for around half-a-dozen positions.
From the off though, I really felt that I needed to “break the cycle”....

Quite simply, if I was to carry on doing exactly what I’d done in the past, I’d only continue to go around in the same old circles and inevitably, I’d wind up back on the unemployment scrapheap yet again sometime soon.    And so, the fledgling concepts of ‘thinking outside the box’ began as I attempted to plan a whole new route, rather than taking just another unwelcome diversion.
By now, I’d become totally cheesed-off at hearing the ‘big bosses’ tell me I’d become surplus to requirements, so I figured it might be a good idea to be my own boss!  And so it was that around the beginning of November, I began to investigate the idea of opening up my own bar.
This was a little pipe dream that had been fermenting at the back of my mind for years, but this unscheduled push helped me take the steps required to actually put the wheels in motion.  These steps went off in a multitude of different directions and over the following six to eight weeks, applying for jobs went totally on the back-burner as I buried my head in the construction of a 40-page Business Plan.
The plan mapped out every single detail required to execute the lease of a vacant Waterloo Pavilion, located upon Church Street in Blackburn.
Many meetings with Capita, a Financial Advisor, several Bar Managers and various contacts within the hospitality trade ensued, but during the meantime, I submitted just two further job applications.  I even got as far as viewing the property twice and also had a builder and a technical engineer over to take a look and provide the quotes needed to bring my grand plans to fruition. 
During the month of December, I was interviewed for both of the jobs I’d applied for, but despite initial promise, nothing came of either.  I’d applied for many of these early jobs out of necessity more than desire, so at the time, it certainly didn’t feel like it was the end of the world.  However, despite my lack of passion for the roles, the freshly received doses of rejection didn’t make them any easier to take.
The bar project continued well into January, but it quickly became clear that I’d be unable to get anywhere near the £50K I’d be needing to really bring the dream alive, even with partnership investment.  (Good luck to whoever does have the courage and finances to take on this high-profile property by the way - because it oozes character, class and huge potential and really could be something unbelievably special!)
At this point, other than the ‘Bar idea’, I didn’t really have a clue what I wanted to do next.  …But because I’d already been in this position several times before, I did have a very clear idea of what I definitely did NOT want to do!
Firstly, I wasn’t prepared to accept yet another fixed-term contract, nor did I want to indulge in ‘temping’ again … (previous experiences of temping via agencies had left a bad impression upon me) … and I certainly wasn’t going to settle for ‘any old job’.

For me, being able to continue a regular income stream simply wasn’t a good enough reason to take a job.
Due to my reluctance to take ‘any old job’, I was also reluctant to send out a blanket text or blanket e-mail to everybody in my address book to make them aware of my predicament.  The old saying goes that “it’s not what you know, it’s who you know” and of course, I would later be reminded of the benefit of this with the impromptu contact from RD.  But in the first instance, I was a little wary of screaming my predicament aloud out from the rooftops, or lighting with a neon sign, high in the sky.
Granted, there’s nothing at all wrong with asking as many people as you possibly can: “are there any jobs going at your place?  and indeed, this was a tactic I’d successfully deployed in the past.  But whilst I was very grateful for the kindness offered as a result of this, the jobs I then went on to accept only served to frustrate me, damage my confidence and hinder my ability to apply for ‘proper’ jobs in the meantime.  After all …when someone goes out of their way to arrange some work for you, how could you possibly refuse such kindness?
The justification behind this stance was that my time would be much better spent putting the necessary effort in to applying for the right jobs.  In fact, I feel so strongly about this, that if I was to offer one single piece of advice to anyone in the world who’s out of work, it would be this:
When looking for work, spend as MUCH time as you possibly can on the LEAST amount of jobs.  Whether you’re searching or applying, it’s imperative that you put your heart and soul into just one job at a time, rather than half-heartedly applying for ten jobs.  Never could the term ‘quality over quantity’ be more appropriate!

Do not set unrealistic targets of ‘X’ amount of jobs per day or ‘X’ amount of jobs per week. Instead …give your all to the ones you really want.  I really couldn’t emphasise the importance of this tip enough.
As with anything in life, you get out exactly what you put in.  When we hope to achieve any kind of result - whether it be in love, in sport or in our careers, we should always give our all in order to achieve it.  It may sound corny, but it’s so true.
From the beginning then, I’d decided I really didn’t want to be in a position where I’d be spending my whole day doing a job I hated whilst earning minimum wage.  The last time I’d been laid-off, I did just that and was soon setting my alarm for 5am every day so I could squeeze in an extra two hours of overtime, simply to “make my wage up”.  To then find the energy and enthusiasm to start applying for the ‘perfect job’ at the end of that 10-hour day was a particularly tough call.
So, the plan was to ‘think outside the box’ a little bit more this time around and this blog became a subtle, but extremely integral part of that plan.
The stats
So the blog began, and it quickly became apparent that this ‘personal journey’ wasn’t actually going to be all that personal after all!  But I can absolutely promise, with all my heart, that there wasn’t one single disadvantage to this!
When I began writing the blog, I was unsure if anyone at all would read it.  I’d never even written a blog before and I didn’t know if anything I had to say would be of any interest to anyone at all in the world.  I wasn’t sure how to ‘spread the word’ either, but with the help of a “share” link on the page, I was able to do just that via Facebook and Twitter.
After a long and hard day at work, (or an equally long and hard day of looking after the kids!), I totally appreciated that by the time people had got home and had tea, cleaned up the day’s mess and laid the foundations for the following day, there’d hardly be enough time left to sit down and watch a bit of TV!  The last thing I could expect people to do then, would be to waste their valuable time reading about my problems!
However, I was soon to be proved wrong and I was absolutely blown away by the kind words, encouragement and positive feedback I received from readers. 
So, I really had no idea that the blog would have such an impact and almost everyone I bump into at the moment tells me that they’ve been reading it!  Over recent weeks the most common thing people I’ve heard is that even though I’ve now found a job, I really must carry on with the blog!  ‘Flattered’ really doesn’t do the feeling justice.
Now …although there are many negatives of being out of work, there have also been some really surprising positives – some of which I will touch on in the next section.  But the biggest positive of all has been the opportunity to reconnect with my friends.  I really can’t wait to get cracking with my new job, but I must confess that I will miss having all this ‘spare’ time to chat, meet up with pals and social network! 
But I'm straying from the subject so for now, back to the stats!
At the time of writing, I can tell you that although the blog only had 12 ‘official’ followers, the site has had a total of 2,075 page-views, of which 1,725 were from the UK!  All the rest have been viewed from right across the world including the USA, the UAE, Ireland, the Isle of Man, Germany, Spain, Denmark, Singapore and Malaysia amongst others!  So if any one of those overseas readers is reading again right now …may I once again say a HUGE thank you! (Especially Franchesca, for sending me that BRILLAINT message from New York that night!)
During the lifespan of the blog, I applied for 46 jobs, I signed up to 4 job-search agencies and I ‘signed-on’ 4 times.  I was unemployed for 8 weeks in total, but attended just 2 interviews.  I was offered both of these jobs …1 made me jump for joy and 1 almost broke my heart!
I received dozens of e-mails, dozens of text messages and dozens of Facebook messages which included complimentary, heart-warming and humbling words of encouragement.  I received just as many mails from friends which included information about a variety of jobs and a number of links to websites.  Really helpful stuff and very much appreciated.
I also received countless messages on my Facebook wall from readers of the blog, which I’m enormously thankful for and I would like to extend my huge gratitude to all these people ...but we’ll come to that a little later…
The Tips
In the last three days alone, I’ve found out that two of my team-mates are set to lose their jobs …and that is just from one football team.  It was also quite ironic that when I called up my previous workplace last week to confirm my reference request, I was told that the rest of my former colleagues had just been given their notice! 
I feel very sad when I hear this kind of news and it acts as a constant reminder of the key word when looking for work in the modern day world: SECURITY.  Above all else, including salary, job title, job description, promotion prospects, working hours, holidays and perks, the key ingredient to any job is its security.  If we can find a vacancy which offers a high degree of security, that really is the most important factor of all.
In the coming months and even in the coming years ahead, I believe that many of us will have to accept one of either two things:  We’ll either be expected to do a hell of a lot more at work, taking on much more responsibility and generally working MUCH harder for the same amount of money.  Or …we’ll continue to work as we have been doing with the same responsibilities and the same working hours …but on a reduced salary.
Inflation is currently at 5%, but wages are only being increased at the most to 1.5%.  The unrest in the Arab world at the moment will only serve further to increase the price of oil and every single day, we hear of another ‘X’ thousand more redundancies.  Tough times are about to get even tougher.
Even though I’ve become relatively experienced at ‘losing my job’, I’ve learnt much over the last few weeks - not least about myself.  The publishing of this blog has been surprisingly liberating and has helped me to network, let-off steam, tout my talents and find inspiration.  For those reasons alone, my first tip of course would be start a blog!
Of course, the writing of a blog wouldn't be for everyone, but it did also help unlock that fantastic opportunity from RD which would never have arrived otherwise! 
To say that “there are plenty of jobs out there and that if you work hard enough, you WILL get one” would be deeply patronising...

Sure, there ARE jobs out there and sure enough, a jobseeker needs to be determined, thick-skinned, unnaturally positive and massively committed to the cause.  But in order to land that dream interview for that dream job …a huge slice of luck is also needed.
I’ve already spoken about the most important tip of all, which is my ‘time-management directive’!  In summary, it’s better to spend an entire day on one ‘special’ job, than spend the same amount of time on applying for ten jobs: The time and effort will undoubtedly help the job seeker stand out from the crowd I'm sure...
But what other tips could I offer? 
·    Get up at a normal time.  Get showered, get changed and ‘go to work’.  In turn, this will have the knock-on effect of helping you retire at a normal time and get a good night’s sleep!
·    Finish your ‘day at work’ and break off the day by switching off your computer.  Stick to regular meal times and keep focussed.
·    Exercise!  Go for a run, or go for a walk.  It’s imperative that you get out of the house and seek fresh air. 
·    Try not to feel too guilty for ‘enjoying’ your free time.  Life must continue, so watch some TV, read your book and if finances allow, go see a movie or treat yourself to a drink with friends.
·    Don’t be too proud to ask for help!  Get ‘signed-on’ to the Job Seekers Allowance, which you’re perfectly entitled to receive.
·     …and finally, perhaps the simplest sounding tip, although the hardest one of them all:  Keep positive!
The Lowlights
There were many ‘bad bits’ about being unemployed, but I don’t wish to dwell on any of them for too long.  If I was to pick out a few of the worst, they would be the flowing receipt of those bastard rejection letters …and the emotional wreck I became after I was offered the job in Dubai.
The blog that followed the latter situation was entitled ‘Golden Nuggets’ which included advice from the likes of Rebekah Taylor and Kitty Wickham and was yet another display of the enormous impact that my friends and family had upon me during this process.  So even good stuff came out of the bad situations!
I also realised that having come so close to moving across the earth just in order to land myself a job, I’d almost become prepared to do anything in exchange for the right opportunity.
One of the things I didn’t particularly enjoy was becoming a letter-box gremlin/phone-hog.  For example, when I did get 'round to leaving the house, I got into the habit of leaving my phone at home, in the hope that when I returned, I’d be greeted by a barrage of missed calls, voice messages and e-mails.
Lots of missed calls, new voice messages, e-mails and texts!
If only EVERY work-seeking day could be this way!
Unfortunately, when I returned, the phone’s status would usually be unchanged and the only thing to have arrived through the letterbox would’ve been another menu from the local kebab shop!
Other bad bits included long days, an inability to confirm forward plans and the total loss of 'proper' weekends.  It wasn’t much fun not having much cash either.
But it wasn’t all bad…
The Highlights
I discovered a number of unexpected advantages of being out-of-work.
As a self-confessed busy-body, I’d always been a bit rubbish at watching TV, and even worse at ‘chillaxing’!!

After a day at work, my usual evening would be jam packed with the gym and an evening meal followed by washing-up, tidying-up, making lunches, doing my ironing, dashing around and sorting out my music.  If I was lucky, there’d perhaps be an hour of watching the box or reading a book, and then it would be time for bed before doing it all over again the following day.
Being unemployed was a liberation!  Having spent all day job-seeking, I found that the evening became completely my own!  I spent much of it writing this blog mind, but the rest of the time was spent on being entertained!  I must confess that I’ve never watched so much great television, nor had I realised how much great TV is screened post-9pm!  I now had the time to watch some brilliant documentaries, some awesome films and much more football than I’d become accustomed to!
Just last night, I decided to watch Forrest Gump, simply because I could. …I had time on my hands and absolutely nothing on my ‘to-do’ list.  It’s an absolute classic, heart-warming and inspirational movie that I hadn’t watched in well over ten years.  In fact, I actually feel that my life has improved today just because of watching that film last night!  I also squeezed in a 'Top Gun', 'Ghostbusters' and 'Wall Street' amongst others, all of which I wouldn't have seen if I'd have been a working man.

I have certainly learned the value of relaxing during this period, and this is something I intend to continue when my new job starts next week.
As already documented earlier in this blog, another HUGE advantage has been the opportunity to reconnect with friends.  Even if I haven’t physically seen those friends for a while, I still feel as though I’ve been able to re-ignite and strengthen those friendships, which has been the best thing of all.
Today, I spent the whole afternoon out and about visiting old friends and family.  There’s my old pal Mark Pye for example, whose Nan used to live next door to me when we were little lads.  He knocked at my door as a 3 year old to ask if I was playing out and 27 years later, we’re still pals!
Despite our long-lasting friendship, I hadn’t seen him in almost two years and even though he moved into his home five years ago, I’d still never paid a visit.  Scandalous! As a result of this blog, he texted me to wish me good luck for my interview last week and we arranged a coffee, (which we had multiple cups of) for today.  It was great to see him and his beautiful daughter and it’s been fantastic having the time on my hands to do these kind of things.
The Thanks
I would like to thank absolutely EVERYBODY that has read my blog.  As I documented above, I totally understand how busy normal working life can be, so I’ve been completely humbled by the time that you guys have invested in me.  I really can’t thank you enough for reading and as cliché as it might sound, this blog really wouldn’t have been possible without you.
Quite simply, if no-one had been reading, I probably wouldn’t have had the motivation to continue.  Being able to spray out my thoughts, concerns, dilemmas and adventures has been amazingly therapeutic and has really helped to keep my mind focussed, when otherwise, it may have just flopped into jelly!
There were some days that I never even left the house and there were also days that I didn’t even have any human contact!  This blog allowed me to keep an on-going connection with the outside world and in my humble opinion, this experience of writing a blog has been invaluable.
One of the things you lose instantly when you’re no longer in work is that natural platform to ‘network’.  This blog has helped me to bridge that gap and created an opportunity to continue networking and stay comnected to the working world.

In particular I would like to say a huge thank you to Jodie, Kitty, Craig and Tracey, Laura, Leigh, Francine, Natalie, Iddon, Stan, Heather and Mark.  Not just for your regular readership, but for your continued encouragement and support which has been an absolute inspiration.  I’ll never forget all your kind words.
If I haven’t mentioned your name, I do apologise but I am eternally grateful for your help.
On the first of February, I did one of the most significant things yet.  Having just published one of my blogs, I noticed that I was able to e-mail every single person in my e-mail address book to point them in the direction of my blog.  “What the hell” I thought … “Who knows who might pick it up and take a look?”
One of the people that did pick it up and kindly had a read was a certain Richard Duncombe, of JD Williams.  What followed was for me, an extraordinary act of human nature and even at the time of writing, I’m still uncertain if his kindness will actually lead to an alternate ending to this adventure.  Of all the application forms I’d spent hours pouring over, it was strange that I got myself a million times further down the line, as a result of one simple e-mail.    
An alternative ending?
Had to act all 'cool and professional', so no pics of Miss Sweeney I'm afraid!
Finally, I would like to thank my girlfriend for putting up with me over the last few months!  Our life has been totally on hold since my job-loss-diagnosis and I’ve been a complete pain in the arse ever since.  For that, I sincerely apologise.
The Future
Having read through my BBC contract over the last few days, I am contractually restricted from sharing information about the corporation to the outside world …so any work-related continuum of this blog is obviously a definite no-go.  Perhaps also, it wouldn’t be wise of me to discuss the short-skirted-ness, grumpy-ness or strange-ness of my newfound colleagues in the public arena! …even if I did code-name them!
So, that’s that then.  The blog is over.
I’ve rambled on about television, American Football, marathons, religion, emotions, politics, football, Chris Evans, iTunes, Lucky Charms and the F5 button.  I’ve yakked on about local government, designer clothes, tattoos, cars, trains, lost wallets, my dreams as a boy, my plans for the future, God-given talents, my philosophies on life and a nice boy named Jonny.
Granted, some of the links to the finding work have been tenuous at best, but I really do hope that you’ve been able to relate to some of the pieces in some way.  I also hope I will one day have the opportunity to repay your faith, your support, your belief, your wonderful advice and your valuable time sometime in the very near future.
I WILL be back in print I promise, but how the blog will be reincarnated, I still do not know.  But for now “the end is near. And so I face, the final curtain”
Thank you so much for reading, and many blessings to you all.
The end.
Jason x

Sunday, 20 February 2011

Days 32 to 34: A twist in the tale

In my previous blog, I promised a very special edition of “Life After the Public Sector” to bring it to a close.  However, since the last publication, things have changed a little and there’s been a slight twist in the tale.
Before furnishing you with the details of this though, I really must tell you about the fun I’ve had over the last four or five days! 
I’d already documented the huge relief I’d felt, but having discovered a new-found security, I started to begin walking around with a real spring in my step.  All of a sudden, all the time I had became completely my own again and a renewed zest for life appeared.
A 'Congratulations on your new job' card
from my Auntie Eileen
I mentioned how I’d been invited to various social gatherings over recent weeks and it was a brilliant feeling being able to nail these plans down.  I’d also described (on more than one occasion!) how my ‘wish-list’ had elongated over recent weeks, so now that my social dates had been confirmed, I’d be needing a few new outfits to match the occasions!  As a self-confessed follower of fashion, you can imagine the delight I took in making a road-trip to the Trafford Centre on Thursday evening to buy some new threads!  ...It felt GREAT!
Two All Saints jackets, an All Saints top and a pair of Clarks Desert Boots later, I’d had my full-on fashion fix and what’s more, I'd enjoyed it entirely without guilt!
The iconic Clarks Originals Desert Boot from the 60's.
"Classics are revived and replicated, legends reinterpreted"
And it wasn’t just new clothes that I was able to ‘tick off’.  I was now able to sort out a whole host of other bits and bobs having finally been unleashed from my financial shackles.  With all my clothes currently hung on wooden coat-hangers, I was able to feed my OCD hunger by purchasing a few more wooden hangars to keep the wardrobe fully in sync!  I bought birthday cards for the upcoming March birthdays of both my Mum and Dad, as well as Mother’s Day cards for my Mum and Nanna.  I purchased a new protection screen and bumper for my iPhone, a basket-full of cosmetics from Boots and a bag full of nick-nacks that I’d been after for a while.  Significantly, I was also able to pay off my holiday which gave me the greatest pleasure of all!
Eradicating the guilt factor of spending my own money was one thing, but being able to enjoy my free time without feeling guilty any more was quite another!  One of the worst things about my period out of work was that the weekends had started to become insignificant.  Without reaching the end of a working week, one simply doesn’t get that brilliant ‘Friday Feeling’.
Even with all that ‘free time’ on my hands, it just didn’t feel as though I was allowed to enjoy my weekends and so invariably, I spent most of 2011’s weekends behind closed doors.  This weekend however, was totally different though as I returned to Pleasington to watch my team-mates in action and followed this up with a few beers in the club house with the lads.
So in a nutshell, it’s been a really enjoyable few days, but what of this late twist in the tale?
As regular readers will recall, I received a phone call from the BBC’s HR department on Tuesday, informing me that ideally, they’d like me to start on Monday the 21st of February.  Unfortunately, this meant I’d need to cancel my plans at JD Williams for the same day.
However, two days later a new colleague called me to explain that she’d be mentoring me over the first few days …but she wouldn’t be in again until Tuesday the 1st of March.
Ordinarily, (and particularly having already been out-of-work for so long), I might have been a little peeved at this delay, but it actually turns out to be the perfect scenario.
First of all, it means I can continue with my plans to attend JD Williams and get stuck into my second assignment.  Out of loyalty to RD, and because I’ve enjoyed my work so much there, I really didn’t want to burn any bridges there, so I'm pleased I can keep my word and attend as planned.

Secondly, whilst all concerned at JD Williams already know that I’m due to start my new job at the BBC, I figured it wouldn’t do any harm leaving the best possible impression there and so, I now have the time and the opportunity to do just that.
On Friday afternoon, I received the following e-mail from RD:
“Hi again, Just to keep you in the picture.  Simon & I met with our director today ref: bringing in a new creative team to manage the marketing work.  He has asked us to look at some more variations and meet up again in a couple of weeks when he is back off holiday.  All in all he is was very positive to the idea and in particular to us employing a copywriter.
So in a few weeks’ time, just when you have got your BBC slippers on and feet under the table, we'll probably try to convince you to join us – that decision will be all yours! Just like buses, nowhere to be seen and then two come along at once. Have a great weekend.”

...I really couldn't ask for better than that could I?
In some ways, I feel that by ‘keeping my options open’, it might be perceived that I’m playing with fire a little.  I guess it’s comparable to being in a nightclub one night when two gorgeous girls are giving you the eye!  You have a drink with one, and then have a little boogie with the other.  They’re both cracking looking girls and seem to be keen, but whilst you’re smiling across the room at one girl, the other girl spots your misdemeanours and pours her drink over your head!  Of course ...you end up with neither girl!  (Not that I’ve ever been in this kind of pickle may I add!)
This analogy might be a little far-fetched, but I’m obviously overjoyed with the BBC position and can’t wait to get cracking.  It offers everything I’ve been hoping for and the potential for so much more.  But I also feel that it wouldn’t do any harm at all to make the most constructive use of my final week 'off’ from work, and possibly manufacture an emergency option - just in case I wind up in disaster.
As a youngster I actually set my whole arm alight with a Halowe'en pumpkin, so I've learned the harsh lessons of playing with fire.  Whilst I feel confident that I’m doing the right thing this time around, I really hope I don’t get burnt again.
Until next time, many blessings,
Jason

Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Day 30 & 31: Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea

So the ball finally hit the back of the net yesterday after eight successive weeks of build-up play.  As the old football cliché goes, it was a strike well worthy of winning any football match and as you can imagine, the celebrations were wild!  It was all proper shirt-over-the-head, badge-kissing, air-punching stuff and if I was actually on the pitch, I think I’d have been booked for diving into the crowd!  But all that celebration came after a sustained period of relative calm…
Regular readers will already be aware of the good news, so I fear that the most dramatic day of “Life After The Public Sector” so far, means that today’s introduction probably offers the least drama yet!  ...You’ll already know that there’s a happy ending to this edition, so rest assured that you can sit back and relax for the next few minutes!
It might seem surprising to hear that my initial reaction wasn’t entirely one of unbridled joy and giddy ecstasy (but believe me …that did come a little bit later!).  Infact, the overriding feeling was one of HUGE relief!  Quite simply, it was brilliant to know that I now had a proper, paid-up, full-time, permanent job. 
It’s actually quite difficult for me to articulate the deep feelings behind that word of ‘relief’.  Emotionally, it was like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders.  In fact, it would be better to describe it as a weight being lifted from around my neck, as the ‘burden’ of being unemployed had started to drag me down on the bad days.
The word ‘relief’ however, is far easier to explain in financial terms.  Luckily, I didn’t have any major financial ties and in anticipation of being made redundant, I’d managed to bank enough cash for a few month’s worth of rainy days.  …But since being laid off, I haven’t bought a single item of clothing and worryingly, my wish-list was getting progressively longer!
In terms of future plans, my life had been placed totally on hold, so this news was massive!  In that one phone call, I was finally be able to pay-off my holiday and start firming-up plans with friends.  Over recent weeks, I’d been invited to a concert, a Sportman’s Dinner and a weekend’s away, but I was reluctant to throw my name into the hat as I was simply unable to make commitment at the time.
When I heard the good news, the first people I told were my girlfriend and my family.  As you can imagine, Lindsay was chuffed to bits as she’ll no longer have to put up with me moping about by day, and blogging my troubles away by night!  As mentioned above, we’d booked to go to Las Vegas and LA in September, so privately, I think she was really pleased that we could start planning our road-trip around California for real!
Having spoken to my Mum, my Dad, my Granddad and my Auntie Eileen, I was dying to tell the outside world my good news and fire out a few texts!  But before bursting my excitement out all over Facebook, I had one more very important phone call to make.
As I mentioned at the beginning of today’s blog, I was a little surprised that I wasn’t quite as giddy as I thought I'd be when the good news came through.  I was certainly very happy, but also a little reserved.
The reason for this of course was a certain gentleman at JD Williams and out of loyalty to him, it was only right that he was the next person to know.
After the massive peg-up he'd given me toward a potential future at JD Williams, I feel an enormous debt of gratitude toward RD and will be eternally grateful to him.  After all, he’d offered me an opportunity when all other roads around me were leading to nowhere and I’d really started to enjoy my time there.
RD had been fully aware of the my application with the BBC from the off, but I was starting to get used to the idea of working as a copywriter and working in fashion, and I was immensely looking forward to my next assignment.  Indeed, as I left my meeting at JD on Monday, it was looking increasingly likely that the proposed new positions of ‘in-house copywriters’ might just be signed-off by the Directors.
As I’d now come to expect, RD was full of kind words in response to my news and reassured me that if he was in my position, he’d be accepting the job too.  I explained how grateful I was for everything that had happened so far and that I although I’d accepted the job offer with the BBC, I didn’t want to burn any bridges with JD Williams.
I explained that with his grace, I would continue to complete my first assignment as planned and would still go ahead and attend ‘the Sweeney assignment” on Monday.  RD was more than happy to accept that and I was really pleased that I'd still be able to keep my options open for now.
So in many ways, I’m caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.  I’ve already had the privilege of a sneak-peak inside a super-cool company, where I’ve been able to work creatively on a task that I’m actually quite good at doing.  The people have been great, the atmosphere is unique and the feedback I’d received thus far had been really positive.   
On the other hand, I have been offered a fantastic job with a worldwide-recognised organisation, in a sector that has forever been one of my passions.  I’ll not only be working ‘in the media’, but also in the world of broadcasting and as fluffy as it sounds, that really is a dream come true for me.  The BBC:  As British an institute as the Queen herself and an establishment where I have a real chance to carve out a proper, long-term career myself.
At this time, there’s no firm offer on the table from JD Williams, so in real terms, there's no dilemma.  With the BBC though, the meat and bones of this job offer is that after five years of job-hopping, I’ve finally secured a PERMANENT contract.  Who knows what will happen in the next chapter of my career, but with a permanent contract in the bag, the BBC offers the kind of opportunities that none of my previous jobs have.  
Being an employee of the BBC allows one the chance to picture a 65 year old version of oneself saying something along the lines of “By heck …I’ve been working for the BBC for last 35 years …”
After letting RD know the news, I could finally proclaim my joy to the rest of the world …and it was a massively heart-warming response from my friends!  77 ‘Comments’ and 40 ‘Likes’ later, I was buzzing from a natural high and was unable to concentrate at all on finishing my JD Williams assignment.    
The assignment became even more difficult to finish yesterday when I got another phone call from the BBC later that day.  It was the HR Team calling to confirm my references …
The inner sanctum at New Broadcasting House
…and let me know my start-date!  The gentleman explained that pending the prompt and satisfactory receipt of my two references, I would be required to start on Monday. …THIS Monday!
So, with my first day at the BBC now highly likely to be in just a few days time, it looks as though my search for work is officially over.  If for whatever reason the references don’t make it in time to start on Monday, I will of course travel to Manchester on Monday anyway, to continue building bridges with JD Williams.
But it’s great to say that my days of being unemployed are finally done and dusted …and there’s much to celebrate!
For starters, (I’m hoping) that I’ll never, ever, ever have to visit the job centre, ever again!  For the record, I’ve received five weeks worth of Job Seekers Allowance, so I don’t feel I’ve been too much of a drain on the system, but even so, I’d prefer not to claim a penny ever again.
I finally got round to completing and submitting my assignment today, which took me almost six hours!  It’s not looking like I’ll be able to make it to JD on Monday now, but I’ll put in a phone call to confirm my position over the next few days.  Having completed my assignment late this afternoon, I set about tying up a few loose ends…
One thing I found immensely satisfying was clearing out my inbox! It was a case of multiple ‘delete’ on all the applications I’d submitted and a bunch of job-related crap I’d received.  Dozens upon dozens of sent CV’s and applications were wiped out, whilst their faceless responses informing me that “a member of our recruitment team will be in touch in due course” were also condemned to the trash can.  I also logged into all those useless jobsearch websites to amend my account settings and to hit those UNSUBSCRIBE links!
During my moments of desperation, I signed up for e-mail alerts for everybody from Virgin to the big Supermarkets and companies from as far and wide as London to Abu Dhabi.  I even signed up for ‘StarNow’ - an online agency that casts regular people like me as TV extras! You’ll be pleased to know I also hit the UNSUBSCRIBE button on that too, so I won’t be popping up in your living room on a television screen anytime soon!
But what of the future, and what of this blog…
Now I’ve got myself a job, does this mark the inevitable end of my blogging days?
 …Of course not!! 
There will always be a life after “Life After The Public Sector”.  But very soon, this blog will reach its natural end.  Since the blog began, it’s been wonderful to share my experiences with friends and in exchange, I’ve received some brilliant advice, some much needed help and a huge amount of much appreciated encouragement.
All those Facebook ‘Comments’ and ‘Likes’ I spoke of earlier testify the strong friendship foundations that I’ve been able to build upon during this time.  The feedback I’ve received on this blog has also been unbelievably humbling and the kind words that I've received will never be forgot.  As a result of this, there’ll be a very special and final between now and the end of the week, dedicated to everyone that has taken the time to support me.
I’ll continue to be a lead role of my own story, that may even have been scripted for me by the stars a long time ago.  But I’m not entirely sure if I’ll be able to do it without you guys now!
Over the coming weeks, I’ve still got some huge decisions to make.  Straight from the top of my head, I wonder about the degree course I've applied for.  And then I'll need to start figuring out my transport conundrum.
Even if I had the hugest salary in the world, could I possibly justify spending £250 a month on my car, plus £60 in insurance, plus £60 in fuel ….plus £140 on train fares!!!
Do I cash-in and get ‘a little run around’, or do I wait until the BBC moves to MediaCity in May?  (A little research earlier showed that the nearest train station to MediaCity is actually the MUFC station, but trains don’t run regularly here.)  So a ‘train journey’ to my future place of work will actually involve a car ride to the train station, a train-ride to Salford Crescent and a further tram-ride or huge walk to MediaCity.
But that’s another dilemma, for another blog, on another day. 
Until next time, many blessings,
Jason

Monday, 14 February 2011

Day 28: Refresh Revisited …Relieved! & Day 29: The Nightmare on Belm Street!

The meat between the bread. (Sunday 13 February)
It’s around 7pm on a Sunday night when I decide to take my shower.  It’s important I don’t shower too early …I’m doing this to save valuable time in the morning after all.  Get clean TOO early, and there’s enough time to get dirty again, so I reckon 7pm is about right.
Alternatively, if I take a shower too late, I’ll wind up looking like Mr. Majeika in the morning!   I should know …I’ve made that schoolboy-error of going to bed with damp hair far too often in the past!  (No amount of wax or styling crème will flatten those unruly babies, so the only alternative to rid oneself of the pineapple look is to take another shower!).  Of course, I could remedy this issue by using a hairdryer, but blokes just don’t use them …do they?
So it’s an early shower, with the added procedure of an all over Botanics moisturising sugar scrub, with Grapeseed oil.  The nails have been cut, unruly hairs have been trimmed and the beard has been preened to perfection.  I fear that being totally clean-shaven will give me the look of a twelve year-old boy, so the clippers are set to grade ‘1’ to go as close as I can get, without being totally whisker-free.
I totally break the vanity barrier by also popping on the sunbed earlier in the day.  The next day is going to be an important one, so the last thing I want to be doing is turn up for interview looking like a beetroot-headed bimbo.  But just a few minutes on the sunshine-coffin will give me a bit of colour in the cheeks, and help provide that little bit of added confidence.
I also lay out my suit for the following day, and sample a few shirt-and-tie combos.  In the end, I plum for a simple white shirt with cut-away collar, and a dark purple tie.  The shoes are polished and buffered and I also pick out my pants and socks.  Not any old socks mind …a brand new pair of never-before worn socks!  This is a special occasion!
Finally, the preparation for my big day includes a trip to the shop, where I pick up a few beers.  The one thing I'll need more than anything before tomorrow, is a decent night’s sleep tonight.  If it takes a few beers to help achieve that, so be it – and I sink three Budweiser’s.
So, in the end, it’s a bit like getting ready for a big date.  …Except this is more important than any date I’ve ever had!
Now, before going any further, I feel I must point-out that I don’t think for one second that having a slight suntan would help me land a job.  Nor do I think that giving a pair of socks their virginal outing will help impress the interview panel.  But, this is all about making a fresh start and these symbolic elements are an attempt to help me gain a psychological edge tomorrow.  I know that my choice of tie won’t have any consequence on who the panel will choose for the job, but if it helps me look smart and feel good inside, it might just help me project my best on the outside.
Symbolically, the new suit and the new socks represent a new start, but personal vanity procedures aren’t the only fresh pages I turn today.  I change to a new blade on my razor and pop a new head on my electric toothbrush ...even though there’s still plenty of life in both.  I also change my bedding and on the way to the beer-shop, I stop off at the garage and purchase a blue magic tree air freshener for my car.
Would any of these things help bring me success tomorrow?  Of course not.  But psychologically, they give me peace of mind that I’ve ‘boxed everything off’.  A couple of hours spent researching Children In Need and the BBC are the most important part of the prep.  Reading through the Job Description and preparing examples of previous experiences was another, but as the famous super market saying goes ‘every little helps’.
It is with high hopes that my day of pre-interview preparation will help the following morning run perfectly smooth.  Unfortunately, just a few minutes into my journey, disaster strikes!
Day 28 Refresh Revisited …Relief. (Friday 11 February)
But before moving onto ‘BBC Monday’, I’ll squeeze in a quick update about ‘JD Friday’…
Friday was spent hitting that goddamn F5 button all over again, as I continuously checked for new e-mails and waited for the phone to ring.  I’d previously submitted my first of three parts of work, and was now awaiting that all-important feedback.
Panic had naturally started to set-in and as the day grew older, I became increasingly paranoid about the standard of my work.  I opened up my document and instantly began nit-picking at my copy, fiddling with the odd word here and the odd word there.  The goal was ‘perfection’, but I was concerned about how far away from that I was…
I needn't have worried.
'Mr. Reassurance' himself called me up at about 3pm to tell me that he'd spoken to the Marketing Manager.  Although he’d only had time to skim over my work, RD reported that he was "very impressed"! …GET IN!
To say I was chuffed at this point would be a massive understatement. I was absolutely beaming from ear-to-ear!!  The positive feedback had been well worth the wait and then as we continued chatting, I got some rather surprising news…
Readers of this blog will recall I was talking about Coleen Nolan of “Loose Women” last week.  By pure coincidence, it turns out I’ll be working with a Loose Woman of my own!
RD continued…“We know you’re back in on Monday Jayce, but have you got any plans for the following Monday?” he asked.  “Not as yet…” I replied, “…Unless something comes up job-wise between now and then, I’m free and available”.
RD then went on to explain that Claire Sweeney would be in the office on Monday the 21st of February and that the Marketing Team wanted me to come in especially to work with her!! …Un-be-lievable!!!
Seriously …I know we’re not talking about Cheryl Cole here …but even so! …me? Unemployed bum, Jason Taylor from Blackburn, working alongside TV personality, actress, singer and presenter Claire bloody Sweeny!!!
The massive irony of all this is, as I’m obviously still ‘on trial’ (and therefore ‘working’ for free), my Monday will be spent in a fancy office block, chatting fashion and enjoying a free lunch in the company of a TV celebrity.  Fast forward 24 hours though …and I’ll be back on Penny Street and in Blackburn Job Centre, swapping germs whilst I ‘sign-on’ with my fellow job seekers!!  …it’s a strange old world isn’t it?
So in summary, although the JD Williams post is still far from being 'in the bag', it seems I’ve passed the first hurdle and my first assignment has now turned into a second!  I can’t wait!
Day 29: The Nightmare on Belm Street! (Monday 14 February)
If you’re an 80’s kid like me, you’ll remember Lucky Charms!  This awesome breakfast cereal was introduced to the UK in the late eighties, but subsequently discontinued.  The breakfast snack is basically a sweetened-up version of ‘Cheerio’s’, but with the added bonus of multi-coloured marshmallows!  (Without delving too deeply into the history, I guess they were pulled from the UK market due to their high sugar content!)
Due to my early start this morning, Lindsay and I swapped Valentines gifts last night.  I got her a microwaveable fluffy sheep hot-water-bottle, and Lindsay got me the Ugly Betty Series One box-set, a heart-shaped Krispy-Kreme donut and a pack of Lucky Charms!
They’re only available on import from the USA and can be purchased from Selfridge's, so I don’t think there’s much change from a tenner!  But my word ….they’re delicious!

And as Valentine’s Day coincided with my interview day, the ‘Lucky Charms’ had inadvertently arrived at the perfect time!
Yey! ...Lucky Charms ...
Perfect timing for this particular Valentines gift.
Fellow 80’s kids will also remember calling people a ‘belmer’, or shouting out ‘belm!’ when somebody did something stupid.  You’d stick your tongue under your bottom lip, shout ‘belm’ and then pull a funny face.

When you get older, you realise who it was you were actually trying to impersonate, so I’m quite embarrassed to admit I often used to shout ‘belm’ as a child.
For this reason, I had to think long and hard before naming today’s blog “The Nightmare on Belm Street!”.  But, the combination of ‘belm’ idiocy from me and the ‘Nightmare’ potential was just too good an opportunity to miss in the story I’m about to tell…
After all that preparation, planning and research yesterday, I felt cool, calm and collected this morning.  I arrived at the train station in good time and although the train was a couple of minutes late, I was confident I’d make my connecting train to Manchester at Bolton and still have a good hour to spare before my interview.
I popped in my earphones and dug out my notes.  Even the sun started to shine through the train windows and all in all, I felt ‘ready’ to take on this beautiful Monday.  And then came my ‘belm’ moment of the highest order, which had the potential turn into a complete nightmare.
I reached into my pocket to get my train-fare ready …………but there was no wallet!!!!  I frantically searched my suit-pocket, my jacket-pocket and my brief-case.  But I knew exactly where I’d left it …right under my box of bloody Lucky Charms back at home!!!
With just under £4 in change, no wallet, no cash, no cards and no I.D, I was right up the shit-creek without a paddle!  It was still before 9:30, but too late to get the next train back to Darwen, drive home and start all over again!
My first instinct was to call Lindsay and my Mum.  Maybe they could buy me an e-ticket for a train in the near future, even though I was actually travelling on one in the past!  Before I knew it, I was at Bolton and had ‘escaped’ the conductor.  I few frantic phone calls on the platform were made with inconclusive results …and then my connecting train to Manchester arrived and I couldn’t hang around any longer.  How could I have been such an idiot!
I scanned the platform looking for the conductor and explained my predicament.  Having asked where I was going, he told me to “jump on at the front of the train …you won’t see me again and no-one will ever know”.   Semi-relief then as I knew I’d be making it to Manchester in time for my interview at 11 …but how would I get through the ticket barriers at the other end …and how would I get home?
In the end, having explained the same story to a couple of staff at the Oxford Road end of the line, I was sent through the barrier to the ticket desk where a number of options for my return journey were explained.  I was then sent on my way with a smile and no charge.  But carrying the small burden of embarassment!  If this was a sign of what was to come, I was in for a tough day!
With just about enough cash to buy a latte, I parked myself in Starbucks for 45 minutes and made a few more preparation notes before heading off to the final scene of today’s adventure!
Storm in a teacup:  A moment of calm as I made my notes after a a dramatic train journey! 
New Broadcasting House: Soon to be 'old' Broadcasting House
when the BBC relocates to MediaCity in May.
Overall, the interview went ‘fairly well’ and if I was scoring my own match-performance in the Sunday newspaper, I’d probably give myself a 7 out of 10. 

It wasn’t my best ever interview and it definitely wasn’t the easiest I’ve ever had …but it certainly wasn’t my worst performance either.  There were some pretty difficult questions in there and each one of them had to be answered with a very specific and accurate example.  The panel explained at the beginning of the interview that it would be better to give an in-depth answer about one scenario, rather than ‘gloss over’ several different examples.
Each ‘question’ had about four questions within it, so it was important I gave an example explaining the background to the situation, what I did, why I did it and how I achieved the final result.  About seventy minutes later, the process was complete and I was back on the street wondering how the hell I’d get back home!
Before all that though, I took the 15 minute walk to JD Williams, where I spent an hour in a meeting with the Marketing Team, to go through my first draft of work in more depth.  Again, the feedback was positive and very encouraging, with just a few amendments, suggestions and ‘tweaks’ for me to work on and think about.
We spoke in more detail about Claire Sweeney’s visit next week, what it would entail and what my involvement would be.  (In a nutshell, Ms. Sweeney will be promoting and endorsing her own range in the next edition of the catalogue and her visit next week will involve meetings with buyers to pick out items for her line.0 
Ms. Sweeney is apparently very fashion-savvy already and as a yo-yo dieter, is known as a figure that ‘real women’ can naturally relate with.  It’s also quite a coup to have a celebrity associate herself with a ‘plus-size’ brand, so the team are really excited to be working with her.

It will be my job to sit in on the meetings, observing Claire's conversations with the buyers and collecting her quotes for my next assignment!  As you can imagine, I’m quite pleased with that ‘task’ and really looking forward to the experience.
After the meeting had finished, I called up my mate Jonny to see if I could borrow a tenner off him!  (Haven’t even started working there yet and already I’m calling in favours!!).  Unfortunately, Jonny was locked in his own purchasing meetings all afternoon, so I decided to chance it and made my way down to Victoria to see if I could try and blag my way home!
After several more conversations with some very helpful station guards and a super-friendly conductor, I made my homeward-bound leg of the journey without any further drama …and absolutely free-of-charge!
So all's well that end's well in the end and the world is once again a wonderful place.  ...The adventure continues!
Many blessings,
Jason