In this here Human Market Place. . .

Going through hours and hours of job searching puts life in a different perspective. Different from any other perspective around. This is especially true if the job seeker is unemployed and has no job at all during the searching period. A perspective that changes shape and becomes quite odd as time goes on. Different even more so than that of the seeker who has at least a part time gig to lean on. And if there is a full time job in the fold during the seek, it is a luxury of a perspective to have and behold as the search continues.

Yet if you do not have a position, not one, nothing to defer to, no thing to do at all. . . And if it has been a long time since you had one, just one - well then you tend to see things in a very peculiar way indeed! Your lens is warped just a bit and your reasoning dangerously sharp, on point actually and ever so, slightly, or maybe moderately cynical.

During this period of time, going through the motions of movement and job hunting, it becomes clear there is a different side of the proverbial fence. So while not working, feelings abound. . . What is good enough? Are you, even at a minimum? Certainly, though probably not as good as those who are employed and that seems like just about everyone you see in your daily travels.

Finally, a job is landed, a position granted! Not "the" job but, a job. Ecstatic, exceedingly happy and thankful that after all the time that has passed, an opportunity to make an income again has presented itself. You are in a position to use your mind again, your fine mind, exercise it, scrutinize with it, challenge the intelligence of it, rely on it to provide the answers as you learn your new craft, if this is the case, in your new job.

Then during the orientation, origination or start up process, coming face to face with the well doers who've never lost a job before. . . An aggregation resides on the inside, where did it come from? It is real and all over the place. Grabbing hold of the chest, squeezing the air from lungs, you sense the farce and folly of being in this game of life too long. With a shake of the head, with thoughts and misgiving you wonder why you are here? Is this the right fit? Does it matter since it is the only fit that came your way. Everyone so young and blind to just how fragile their job security really is. There they are each day, the ones who know not the feeling of frailty.

They design, schedule meetings, conduct courses for the betterment of the company and the future of the organization and yet you know this new perspective, adopted during your unemployed tenure, holds on with a light frailty and it is not pretty. Not even or necessarily resilient in it's quest to enlighten those of so few trials, this perspective is most assuredly not nice.

So on it goes, this watching and the feeling or perspective of displacement, in this sea of souls congregating in the break room or the café, this human market place of individuals moving around busy as bees. Captivated by their chores, their tasks, responsibilities and synergies, moving through the buildings feeling and attempting to look ever so important.
Training on the job, instructing the experienced on how to do a good job, how to perform tasks. And since they are well below the level of experiences, will they, the puffed up ones, even make the grade? Will you, the one who is older, less flexible, with elasticity that is beginning to wain.

Why we wonder, why? Why didn't it last when expected to those few years ago? When thinking was just like the new, young worker bees, in this here human market place. Where all think, his marketability is equaled to an irrevokable trust! What a valuable gem! And the thought of not belonging, not climbing up and up the ladder successful and somebody, this is not only the farthest thing from a young mind, not getting there cannot be comprehended.