And it's that dumb job in a call center, loss prevention department in retail, shelf stocker in a big box and/or motel check-in clerk which gets displaced Baby Boomers back on a professional career track. Here is my story of career catastrophe and comeback from the turn of the century Download Geezerguts.
A dumb job brings in income. That's big. It re-socializes us how to comport ourselves in a workplace. It allows us to succeed in a fresh way. Just getting the job is a confidence-building experience. And on that platform we can create our game plan for The Next.
The trouble is that too many Baby Boomers I have coached or just talked with informally assume a dumb job will ruin their mental health. Ha-ha, as if our mental health didn't already take a beating when we found ourselves without work in our late 50s and 60s.
In addition, they perceive 10-buck-an-hour work as offending their dignity. Listen, being without work in a capitalist nation strips us totally of all those goodies like self-esteem and a sense of place in the community.
Third, they contend they won't have time to pursue professional opportunities. Hey, the beauty of dumb jobs is that we don't bring them home. Our heads are clear to put together whatever. Also, many dumb jobs have a night shift. That allows a schedule for day interviews.
Incidentally, on my resume, I left off all advanced degrees. I only listed the BA, with an English major, from college. Unethical? I didn't give a damn. Both my therapist and I knew I needed a dumb job. I got it. That was the beginning ...