That the coronavirus means that certain modes of making a living are no longer viable is one of those sad truths of our current situation. Some folks just are going to have to work out new ways of putting those three squares on the table. That lass running the £1 for a kiss booth at the fair just is going to have to do something a little more socially distanced.
There are those who think this is all a terrible shame and they could even be right:
I feel especially gutted for friends in music and nightlife. An entire industry seems to have been discarded by a government unable to recognise its worth to our cultural and social survival. The chancellor’s advice to retrain and find a new job, as if most artists don’t already hold down another gig to fulfil their passion projects, would sting even if there were jobs to retrain for. To launch an inept national careers service alongside it is just painful.
Gutted, yes, but the aim after than empathy has to be to work out the best system of finding out what instead.
Sidenote: I took the national skills and careers assessment to see what I might be eligible for after spending all my working career in journalism and it told me I was best off retraining as a fairground worker. I mean, I guess the hours are unsociable, the industry is in decline and there are a lot of cheap thrills to be had, so maybe it is a fun house mirror of newspapers?
It’s more convincing than telling a successful DJ friend to consider taking up boxing (true) and an actor friend to make a career in microbrewing (also true).
I too, in a spirit of research, took the test and took it seriously. The results:
Hmm. So, in a working life I’ve been a waiter and bartender. No, for more than just uni vacs, also I was rather good at doing both. I’ve also been a marketeer. A producer of computer games. A distributor of English newspapers in foreign. A trader – wholesaler – in weird metals. A journalist, perhaps polemicist is a better description.
Some of those I was rather good at. Some were just passing circumstances. What no one at all has suggested is that I should get into the actual doing stuff end of computing. Because anyone and everyone who has ever observed me for more than an instant knows that I am and would be terrible at such.
Yea, even though my first job actually working on computers was in 1985 – Lotus 123 V 1.0 on an IBM XT I think. That day my machine was upgraded to 640kb of RAM was a red letter one. 35 years later I would still find it difficult to save a file to external disk rather than whatever place it currently puts stuff. I do not know how to resize a picture on this ‘ere machine. I cannot set up an Excel – or any other – spreadsheet. No, quite literally, I cannot do that. Getting it to add three numbers according to some function is beyond me.
The government thinks I would do well in the bit of computing that actually designs and does stuff. The government is insane.
Which is, of course why any and every planned economy always does end up deep in the ordure in double quick time. Governments never do, or even can, know enough to do the planning.
As a test of the contention, see what government would allocate you as a job given the knowledge you provide them by taking that test…..