In light of the pandemic and grave difficulties in some forms of employment, some people have been advised to think about retraining to meet new challenges in the changing industry structure in UK. An assessment of options for new careers is available. Helpful, perhaps, but what could possibly go wrong? I thought I’d give it a road test. Hopefully I wouldn’t career off that road……
https://nationalcareers.service.gov.uk/skills-assessment
The assessment, with 50 multiple choice questions, didn’t ask about my age or sex; perhaps because all recruitment has to be free of discrimination or unconscious bias. Neither did it ask about my qualifications; perhaps they don’t matter because I can retrain, even if that could be three years building up 50 grand of student debt – in which case any existing commitments in terms of partner, children and mortgage might be important.
Neither did it ask whether I liked being punched in the face, since ‘professional boxer’ was one of the suggestions, probably a glitch of sorts. Overall, apparently, I enjoy helping and listening to other people, like dealing with complicated problems or working with numbers, and I am sociable and find it easy to understand people. Yes, apparently. There were 121 different “Job roles that might suit you”, 48 in Social Care (including Funeral Director, School Matron, Horticultural Therapist, Dramatherapist or a Life Coach), 21 in Sports & Leisure (including Yoga Teacher, Professional Boxer and – remarkably, given the current restrictions – a Cinema or Theatre Attendant), 20 in Hospitality and Food (yeah, great, not affected whatsoever by COVID – including Restaurant Manager, Publican or, er, Cake Decorator), 20 in Computing, Technology and Digital (many of these are slightly more likely, but also include User Experience (UX) Advisor, or Head of IT, less likely perhaps), and 12 in Retail and Sales (including Beauty Consultant – yep, that’s me – and Travel Agent (good luck with that one)).
It’s all very theoretical and entertaining in a light-hearted way. I’m quite happy in my current role that is thankfully secure employment, dealing with statty stuff that a few think I am good at. But there are people out there with their careers on the line, desperate to find work. This is no joke to them. I wouldn’t expect the algorithm to pick the single most suitable job but perhaps to be a little more selective than what I saw. If this is the best that a National Careers Service can do then god help us. At least ‘Prime Minister’ didn’t come up; I certainly couldn’t do that job, nor pretend that I could, though I can differentiate between a good one and a bad one. The best I could offer that job is to get old ladies to smile and say, “Oh leave him alone, he’s trying his best” as if I was some young boy with two left feet playing for an Under 8s team. That might be enough…….
I’m at an age now that if I did lose my job, I could ease down, surely able to find something in the line of Maths or Stats tutor, to keep my mind active, just take the edge off any financial pressures, and then go out walking as much as I wanted. That is, as long as I was physically able. No, indeed, not too many miles in the last three weeks. That’s not because those miles were in a file that was truncated in an old outdated version of Excel, it’s simply because I hadn’t been walking apart from 6 miles last Saturday. I can’t claim that all of a sudden tens of miles went missing. If they did, some of them reappeared today as I managed a reasonable in the circumstances 13 miles. Didn’t see any groups with more than six people, no obvious unmasked customers anywhere indoors, and no especially egregious non-social distancing.
All joking aside about the intricacies of the COVID rules for my area, or any other area, the details don’t bother me too much personally. I am not hanging on the edge of the rules, desperate to have seven people in my house or staying in a pub until a quarter past ten. For me, I’m going to be nowhere near infringing the legal boundaries nor the boundaries of government advice; after all, the level of risk is a sliding scale not driven by a hard boundary denoting safe / not safe. Even when one or two others may visit our house, we’ll be social distancing. I’m still pretty much only out for walking or shopping – social distancing for both and masking up for the latter. I’m still even sanitising shopping after I bring it home. I’m not bleating about rules or guidance (however unclear some others may feel they are for their circumstances) – my ‘civic duty’ (apparently) and, above all, family duty is to look after myself and Pammy. The government hasn’t been perfect on all things COVID, far far far from it, but we can all do our bit rather than pushing our behaviour to the edge of the guidance. Just because we may be allowed up to six in our household, two or three are safer than six. Not completely safe, but safer. Sometimes I think I take ‘risk assessment’ too seriously (hey, that IS my day job) but tell me I’m wrong. I’m all ears, ears which have helped in keeping my mask on at crucial times.
Just because something is legal to do, it doesn’t mean you have to do it. That’s the gist. It’s legal to cross the road without looking, but you’d never do that. It’s about managing risk. Likewise with walking, I am allowed to walk as far as I like but it’s a risk assessment, or a balance between risk (of injury) and benefit. So no breaking any records today. Recovery from injury or illness feels much harder as I get older – there will be one day when I won’t be able to do this, but hopefully not for a while yet. I had to shake off considerable stiffness in my legs over the first three or four miles and I wouldn’t like to have had to carry on for much longer than I did.
Rebuilding fitness is going to be gradual. I have a week off work, the first full week off in 2020! Another walk or two, one or two with Pammy too, no doubt.