Like many places in the UK this morning we’re waking up to a landscape in a deep, cold slumber. Like many we’re rationing our use of the oil in the tank as prices have rocketed. So it’s an effort to get up to slip into layers of fleece and my Bob Crachitt fingerless mitts.
But fleece is always comforting. As the great artist John Shuttleworth once observed,
‘You’ll always be at peace, when you’re in your fleece …’
All these cold thoughts and the decreasing volume of activity in the recruitment market has prompted me to consider how I should be spending my time over the next few weeks. Is hibernation really an option?
Once I’ve consumed all the Christmas goodies surely it should be possible to nod off during The Queen and wake refreshed and ready for action sometime towards the end of January? The upsides are obvious.
Asleep, I miss the sales that Mrs RPS has already instituted a ban on. I miss looking through my now empty work diary for the New Year. I may miss some melancholy farewells as friends and colleagues continue to leave before they’re pushed. I’ll miss whatever new nonsense emerges from higher up the food chain. I’ll miss the anxious scanning of job boards in my ongoing search for relevance.
Yes, there are many reasons why hibernation feels so attractive right now. Sadly, if we were ever programmed to work like that I have lost that piece of software code. After six hours I’m awake even if I don’t want to be.
So if hibernation isn’t an option I got to wondering if any other ‘-ions’ were.
Substitut-ion? Where, like in the Prince and the Pauper I swap places with a member of the royal family to whom I bear an uncanny resemblance. Watch out Princess Anne!
Re-educat-ion? Where I retrain in a trade, profession, craft or sullen art that’s high in demand in our new Big Society. Watch out for Citoyen RPS community activist and pain in the arse.
Emigrat-ion? Where the RPS family find a country that will have them and leave …
Not so funny that option really. At a Christmas drinks do last week a few of us in the ‘Dead Pool’ got reminiscing about the last economic crisis that we remember with fondness. The early 1990s. Most of us were at the start of our professional and married lives back then.
And what emerged was that almost all of us had considered going. We looked at the economic and social wreckage around us – hailed by many as a success – and wondered what there was to keep us here.
Each of us decided for oddly similar reasons to stay. We thought there was every chance of helping to rebuild a country that was economically successful and just. So here we are 20 years later thinking those choices may not have been that wise.
Our conversation soon turned to our children, as we rapidly discounted our chances of making it abroad, it became obvious that we were beginning to have similar conversations with our off-spring.
‘Why stay?’ I don’t know that I have a convincing argument beyond ties of family and history to keep my children here. Do you?
In the meantime, given the weather right now, I am actively considering following the excellent advice of Mr Simpson and finding me a relevant franchise.