What Job Market?
A friend of mine, a very talented IT professional, was recently let go from his job. I won’t go into the specifics of what happened, but apparently an error was made somewhere, an investigation was launched, and my friend was terminated.
But that’s the nature of IT. It’s 100% accuracy, or the possibility of being let go. And since nobody can be 100% accurate (hey, we’re all human), we live with the threat of unemployment if we happen to fat finger something or accidentally hit the ENTER key. It just comes with the territory.
But anyway, getting back on point, my friend was let go from his company. And my friend, a very smart man, is having difficulties finding a new job in San Diego. He wrote me an e-mail the other day asking if he could use me as a reference. I immediately said, “Sure! Of course. Anything you need. What company are you applying to?” I asked.
“Nordstrom,” he replied.
“Nordstrom, huh? Cool. IT position?” I asked.
“No, floor sales. Haven’t found a job in IT yet.”
And there you go. A computer talent, a guy who trained me in my job when we were working together at another company, can’t seem to be able secure a technical position somewhere locally.
I’m not sure how I feel about this. On one hand there’s an uncomfortable pit in my stomach knowing that somebody with his talent can’t find another quality job in San Diego, and on the other hand I’m well aware that companies are bolting out of California left and right and relocating to other states.
If the roles were reversed, and I was on the outs, I think I’d be pulling up roots and moving to someplace like Texas were jobs are more plentiful, the government fairer towards business owners, and property cheaper.
But that’s often easier said than done.
And so here I sit, scratching my head, unable to think of a time when it was this difficult to find gainful employment. What if my position at my place of employment was ever axed, how difficult would it be to find another job?
These are scary questions I’ve been mulling over these past few days.
Geez…I hate being such a Debbie Downer, especially on a Friday.