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Look over Yonder…I’m guest blogging on YUD: “Release the hounds! The London job hunt has begun.”

Unemployment is not such a bad thing.  At least that is what YUD leads us to believe. YUD, who lives in New York City, is unemployed and she is some one’s daughter.  YUD, “Your Unemployed Daughter”, maintains a blog detailing her exploits about “the halcyon days and sleepless nights of a formerly high-powered media exec”.  

You can learn more about YUD here.  Want the Full-YUD?  Find it here

YUD and I have something in common…aside from a penchant for stiff drinks and so-bad-but-so-good KISS songs…we are both unemployed.  While YUD has more than enough to say to keep us interested about unemployment, I thought she might like an international perspective.  

I just relo’d to London from Sydney. In the process, I left my job behind and now rank amongst London’s ever growing gang of unemployed down and out’ers. I am stringing together a few words about my London exploits and sharing them on YUD.  

Seeing as my wife (my “partner”) is the one with her nose to the grindstone each day, I am taking on the role of YUP: Your Unemployed Partner.  It is all fun and games before the novelty wears off and YUP turns in to S.O.B faster than you can shake an unemployment check at. 

My initial post on YUD, “Take This Job and Shove It”, can be found here.  For the latest on my lowdown-London-unemployment ways, go here and/or read below:  

Release the Hounds!

The one good thing about being unemployed in London is being unemployed in London. I am so busy keeping busy I haven’t had time to start the job search. There is so much to experience and explore here that I wonder why anyone would want to work in the first place

Apparently I am not the only one who feels this way.

The news flash this week told us that unemployment in the UK has reached a 14-year high, 7.9 percent. Since July some 210,000 people have become jobless. Bravo, Londoners. I am inspired by your decision to leave your jobs and stop letting this great city and all it has to offer pass you by

Oh, wait … you mean to tell me people are not choosing to be unemployed? Almost two million newly unemployed in the past 12 months is not a good thing

Of course it isn’t. People in London are struggling to find jobs. For those who have jobs, the prospect of a raise or receiving annual bonuses is bleak. Worst of all, “they” tell us it isn’t going to get better any time too soon

Timing is everything. Just two weeks ago I left Sydney and a six-figure salary. Now I sit in my rented London flat banging away on my keyboard entering my stats into online job-find sites. Me and 1.8 million of my new found jobless mates, looking for salvation via a search engine

And don’t forget about the zombie parade going in and out of the recruiter’s office. That meat market march is a chore I detest

Do I sound jaded? I’m not. These are just the cold, hard facts of unemployed life. No one is going to serve it up for you, and if they do, it’s probably too good to be true

Remember, I have moved three times to three countries and have had to find work with each relocation. I’m well-versed in this game. It is never a fun process, but it’s one that, at the very least, I have come to terms with

That being said, I have been doing more than sightseeing

There was some low-hanging fruit I needed pluck since my arrival—two leads that I had prior to leaving Sydney turned into interviews. Two interviews in 11 days … not too shabby. If anything, it was good to get back in the game

Interviewing is nothing more than the art of storytelling. People want to talk to you because they want to hear your story. You tell a good story and they listen. If they want to be part of that story, they hire you

My story, apparently, is an interesting one. The two interviews went well and there was promise of a second round from both companies. Nothing is nothing until it is something, so we’ll just have to see if they call back

In the meantime, I’m going back out to explore London. No sense waiting by the phone for it to ring … I did enough of that in high school (and she never called back like she said she would!)

The Museum of Natural History and the Royal Albert Hall are in walking distance (I walked up and got a ticket for Ray LaMontagne the other night…stellar show). Tower Bridge and Hyde Park are nearby as well

Not to mention all of the pubs. There is a pub on every corner and one in between. I have still yet decided what my favourite local ale is to be. I am sure I have plenty of time to figure it out before the second round of interviews … if they ever call back, that is.




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YUD asked me for a pic to go with the post.  I tried to get a snap of me enjoying unemployment at a local watering hole, but that was too hard and too creepy. Instead I gave her a snap of the friends that were with me: my beer, my book and my pistachios. I added the foolish pic of me trying to take a shot of me drinking a beer here for the hell of it…warts and all, I say.


Curious as to where I was when I took the snap and skulled my pint?  Go here.  I hate celebrity gossip…f’ing hate it… but I have some. When I bought this beer, Colin Ferrel was in front of me getting a pint of his own. The female bartender could barely keep herself upright. I didn’t even know it was him. Needless to say, I was a letdown when I strutted up to the taps.

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Take This Job and Shove It

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A good friend of mine runs a blog about her New York City exploits as “YUD” – Your Unemployed Daughter. The YUD blog details the the halcyon days and sleepless nights of a formerly high-powered media exec. You can read the YUD blog here and find out more about YUD herself here. There may not be a lot of work going on there, but there is no sortage of booze being consumed. 

Seeing as I am unemployed now, YUD invited me to play along with her and tell tall tales of my unemployment experience. Here is her intro piece and my first entry for YUD as a “YUP”:
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(YUD’s intro for me) 


I recently got this note from Judd Marcello, the husband of one of my college roommates: “I’m about to be unemployed once we move to London. Does YUD need guest bloggers? A “YUS” [Your Unemployed Son] perspective? A UK perspective?”

 

To update you briefly: J, my roommate, then housemate, now simply good friend across the world, moved to Boston after we graduated from our esteemed East Coast university. She took a job with a certain established company and has been with them ever since, moving, along with her promotions, from Boston to Miami to Sydney and now to London.

 

Judd has carved out his own career in each of those locales, quite impressively if I do say, bypassing established career path norms and hurtling conventional ladders to do what works for him—and what he’s really good at. Now, he’s choosing unemployment, embarking for the land of tea and biscuits, and deciding what will come next.

 

He says, “I’m an American in Australia moving to London, where the economic situation is at record lows where unemployment is concerned. I’ll have a good job hunt story to talk about.”

 

Indeed he will. Read on for more, and stay tuned for more of YUP’s (Your Unemployed Partner’s) adventures in unemployment.

 

In Judd’s own words:

“Sometimes with being unemployed you have the chance to hit the reset button. If you liked what you were doing…get back on the horse.  If not…choose your own adventure.”

 

I loved those fucking books.


(my posting on YUD)


“Gloriously unemployed” is how I have been describing myself of late—usually followed with an ear-to-ear-shit-eating grin.  “Willingly unemployed” is another way to describe my

situation.  I just quit my job without having anywhere to go…aside from London.

 

You see, my situation is a bit different. I am currently living in Sydney, Australia, and have been for nearly five years. In a couple of weeks my wife and I move to London, where she has accepted a promotion with her company. This means that I had to fire myself again.  


Yes, I did say “again”. This is the third time that I have done a big, fat, gratuitous belly flop into the unemployment pool.  A quick timeline of events to get you up to speed:

 

 

  • 2002: Wife and I are living in Boston, MA.
  • 2002: Wife gets promoted and we move to Florida.  I quit work and look for new job in Miami.
  • 2005: Wife gets promoted and we move to Australia. I quit work, get an MBA, and look for new job in Sydney.
  • 2009: Wife gets promoted and we move to the UK.  I quit work  and look for new job in London.

 

 You get the idea? Willful unemployment and I are old friends.  It is a bit of a love/hate relationship, but it works. I choose unemployment, it shakes its head at me in disgust and we agree to disagree and get on with it. “Choose” is key here.  My wife doesn’t just tug on my leash and I nip at her heels (I swear).  We make the best decision for what we think is right for us…and for my career as well.

 

Chopped the “corporate ladder” into kindling means that my career has morphed into this collection of rewarding experiences that doesn’t follow a traditional linear pattern. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. Right?  That is what we are told when we start out career.  Find a path and dryhump it until you either make it to the top of the ladder, or you toil away at middle management job while someone better than you gets the corner office.


What I have learned from my situation is that a bag of tricks that incorporates a number of different roles, departments, people management and countries can give you more flexibility in the true path(s) you take in your career.  I am not suggesting that Bank Teller, Lawn Mower and Dog Walker are going to get you to CEO of Proctor & Gamble.  Let me give you an example of what I mean:


Originally I was hired on at my last company as a Category Manager.  A Brand Manager position opened up and I saw it as an opportunity for me to get needed experience in a pure marketing role with a very strong brand.  The role required someone who had held traditional marketing/brand management roles…of which I had none.  I applied for it and got it. The business in question was struggling. It needed to have a solid commercial backbone in order create a stronger brand presence in the market.  I got the role based on my experience as a sales manager, trade marketer and category manager even though I had no traditional brand management experience. 


To make this business successful in the market, I had to first market it internally.  Based on these past experiences, I knew what made the internal sales and category teams tick. Ultimately, I built a team of people internally who wanted to be part of a success story. I was successful at giving the business firm commercial foothold so that I could put a thick layer of fun, fluffy marketing stuff on top of it. I left the role having achieved unprecedented levels of internal support for the brand, set a few revenue and profit high water marks and learned a hell of a lot about how to market brands and about how to reach consumers.


I very much enjoyed the marketing role. I learned quite a bit of how it all works. Now, if I want to set out to be the best of the best as a marketer, I have a lot of catching up to do.  I think I would benefit from spending a bit more time in a brand role, but not as a long term, one-track-mind brand marketer. I would do it to broaden my perspective of how this “piece” of the “whole” works in context.  


As I said before, my career path is not traditional. That is fine with me; I don’t like “conventional.” This path has given me flexibility and, over time, has allowed me to focus in on what I do best…what makes me unique. My uniqueness.  What is that?  I am best at understanding the big picture and being able to take disparate pieces and putting them together to drive the right business outcome. I am successful at this because I am a good leader and and can create strong relationships.  My time at my last company is a direct reflection of this. 

 

So, here is the truncated version of my Job Find Manifesto, the London Edition: Find a cultural fit where my talents can be used to the greatest effect. Work in an environment that rewards risk takers.  Ensure the leadership mix in the organization has healthy doses of both experience (older) and upstarts (younger). 


Fortunately my wife’s visa also applies to me. My employment opportunities will be greater because of this now that I won’t have to request sponsorship from the big companies. This makes thing much easier.  More companies will be willing to have a look at me knowing they don’t have to spend up to $5,000 to sponsor my visa.  

 

Yes, I am fortunate to be afforded such opportunities in life through my wife and her work. Some people call me a “kept man” or even better…”The Purse.”  I think from here on in, on this blog, I will refer to myself as “YUP” (Your Unemployed Partner).  While I don’t have a boss, I still have a wife/partner that I need to keep happy.  I like YUP because it is positive. Here, let me show you:

 

Wife:  You look for a job today?

Me: Yup.

Wife: You have any leads?

Me: Yup.

Wife: You have any interviews lined up?

Me: Yup.

 

See?  That sounds positive and, dare I say it, proactive.

 

Ok fellow YUDdites, I think that is enough for now. I will check in weekly as my unemployment progresses. You can play along at home as we move from Sydney to London and I ramp up the search. 

 

I leave you with a short playlist. Unemployment doesn’t mean you can’t kick out the jams when you need to—if anything, it’s a stronger call to action.  Pour a drink, click on the links, and take a scroll through the job listings.  

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A quick story.  A couple years ago at my company Xmas party here in Australia there was a karaoke set up.  I have never met a mic I haven’t tried to sing in (I stress “try to sing”). The set up was lousy and there weren’t may songs that I knew all the words to, but I did find one gem: the Johnny Paycheck classic, “Take This Job and Shove It”. 

I couldn’t resist…it had to be sung and at top volume.  We queued it up and let it rip.  I proceeded to call out my boss and every other head honcho’s name at the end of each “shove it”. Good times. 

What could have turned out to be one of those, “I can’t believe you did that at the company christmas party…how drunk were you?!?” stories, turned out to be the stuff of legend (at least in my own mind).  Considering I had only been there a few months, I got out of it unscathed and found a new calling as corporate karaoke kingpin.  When I left the company a week ago, they showed a video of photos of me with that song playing in the background.

Good kid gone bad.  Bad song sung good.  

 

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