Most of us Baby Boomers remember the angst, conformity, and expense of looking for work. After graduate school I knew that when I put myself out there, the "job" of searching for a job required:
- Anticipation of no-sleep nights
- Pleas to established professionals for advice
- High-quality stationary and lots of postage stamps (it was a world of snail mail)
- A custom-made suit (for men), trusted brandname suits for women (we always had to wear a jacket, no dresses)
- Brandname purse for women, brandname attache case for men
- Good shoes (cheap ones could get you knocked out of the box at the Fortune 100)
- Conservative professional hair style
No wonder, when most Baby Boomers landed a job they did whatever it took to hang in there. They even sucked up not getting a promotion and endured the humiliation.
That was then. Now, it's fun to leverage social media to hunt for work. The social media game keeps changing and so do our tactics.
For example, paying a lot of attention to LinkedIn is a must-do. We retrieve how-to articles on the web and mobile for upping our LinkedIn game. Even the most introverted are publishing whatevers on LinkedIn Pulse. Shock, folks are even reading that brilliant thinking.
We let our friends on Facebook know we are "between jobs." They are, at the very least, sympathetic. At best, they refer us to employers and where we can pick up contract work in the interim.
Never do we know who will respond to our tweets.
It's not unusual for our blog posts to be noticed. The employer or prospective client/customer contacts us for more information. Yes, it's worth launching a blog. That's another "you never know." During the past 30 days I picked up three new clients from my three syndicated blogs. (The other two are here and here.
Actually the hustle for work has become such great entertainment for us that it's a letdown to then go on to do the work. This week was one of those. Had to veer away from heavy-duty time on social media trolling for assignments. Instead there was too much work to knock out. Even had to pull an all-nighter. Walked the dog at 7:00 A.M. and then caught a catnap. That was not fun.