
We need to admit that job security is a thing of the past (like parachute pants and Mark Latham’s political career) and embrace it.
I’m 32 and when I left uni a decade ago I had a pretty unrealistic idea of what my working life would look like. And I seriously thought I would have my career locked down by now.
After all, that was the dream I was always sold. You finish uni, you start out in a junior position and you work your way up. A good education equals a good job.
But for me, the reality was far from that. By my early 30s, my resume looked like the dating record of a serial monogamist – a lot of short, intense relationships but nothing that stuck.
I was in danger of becoming a career spinster. The old aunt who everyone whispers about at family gatherings. “The poor thing. She just never found the right man job.”
So why had I been left on the career shelf? It was a combination of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, a really shitty job market and a pretty naive opinion of what the ideal career should look like.
