“Seven days ago one of my satellites over Antarctica discovered a pyramid.” – Alien vs. Predator
A friend tried to rope me into a pyramid scam. “Don’t you want to be your own boss,” he asked me. “No, I hate working for jerks.”
When I graduated from college, I graduated at the same time as one of my close friends. The employment market was only so-so, but we both managed to grab jobs in a town near the college. Whereas my job was, um, more rough and tumble (I was a rodeo clown at for chubby people at the Golden Corral® – my worst day was when Megan McCain and Oprah showed up together), my friend’s job ended up being at a suit and tie kind of place. Thankfully, we still were working in the same city, and we got together frequently.
One night he asked a question over Buffalo wings and too many beers: “Where did they go?”
“What? Where did who go?”
“All the old guys. I mean, I go to work, and I see that there are dozens of people less than thirty. Then, maybe twenty percent are between thirty and forty. After forty? It’s a wasteland. Hardly anyone but upper management is over forty.”
I thought about his question. Where did they go? The company I was working at (and most of the companies I’ve worked at since then) had a similar pyramid shape. Some have been steeper, and some shallower, but all have had that shape.
I have a good construction joke, but I’m still working on it.
So, where did they go?
Well, they didn’t retire – not from the company they were at – they didn’t make nearly enough to retire at 27 and live on the island with Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Kurt Cobain and Robert Johnson.
Nope. The vanished people were gone. Where? Somewhere else. Some other industry, some other career. It was uno, dos, and then they vanished without a tres.
Probably the biggest reason for that pyramid shape is that younger people cost less. Do they know less? Sure, but inexpensive is an attribute all of its own.
But any hierarchical organization has fewer slots for leaders than for followers. The armed forces are a similar example. I once made the acquaintance of a (no kidding) Captain Kirk. Now, this Captain Kirk wasn’t in Starfleet®, he was in the United States Army. And he was sweating for promotion.
Captain Kirk was denied promotion. I’m thinking that someone the Pentagon saw that Captain Kirk was trying to be promoted to Major Kirk, and that there was no way that the Army would ever give up the numerical superiority they had over the Navy in their number of Captain Kirks.
No, not this Kirk.
The armed forces are a classic example of that pyramid structure: there are fewer generals than colonels, and fewer colonels than majors. And, if officers (in a certain range) fail to be promoted a certain number of times?
Well, there’s the door. So, Captain Kirk soon enough was in the private sector, and I lost track of him from there. I think he got lost somewhere in the Veridian System.
Most (but not all) companies are built upon this pyramid model. I’ve seen high-end consulting firms where it’s a paradise for everyone born in the Eisenhower era, but those are the exception, not the rule. Plus, they charge enough to pay for the most expensive video-streaming service ever: college during Corona.
So, the rub is that for many, the rule is up or out.
What to do?
Invest in the one thing that can never be taken away from you: your skills.
My poor reading skills cost me a career in sex-worker management. On the bright side, now I own a warehouse.
In 2017 I would have given a completely different list of skills than 2021. It would have been far more dull and predictable. But 2021? 2021 is like a tarot card reader’s business: unpredictable. Part of it will come down to plain dumb luck and good timing.
I’d suggest:
- Have general skills. General skills are widely applicable and get a job quickly in lots of different locations. Teacher. Tom Brady’s tooth polisher.
- Or, have skills that are so specific that they are nearly impossible to replicate. (Specific skills require a time and a place. I’m sure that all of the folks working on the Keystone XL pipeline had great skills. Until those skills aren’t needed.) If you want a great choice for the Biden year, I’d suggest a carbon-neutral way to turn cash into Democratic votes. Oh, wait, they’ve got that figured out.
- Protip: growth industries will be the ones that the Left loves for the next two years, at least. If it’s green and fuzzy, the Left will fill it full of money. I’m thinking of investing in pool tables.
- Have skills that can’t be done remotely from a foreign country. Right now, that includes teaching. I’m sure there are more, but I’ve been at a loss since Biden figured out how to be the president from China.
- Have skills where a certification that a foreigner can’t get are required. Top secret clearances are nice. I’m working on a top-secret project to ferment honey to make ethanol for cars. The project is all on a mead-to-know basis.
To be fair, I had an addiction to stealing traffic lights. But I could stop whenever I wanted to.
A lot of the suggestions above would have made the 2017 list.
In 2021, however, I must stress that the world might get a lot more, um, basic than we’re used to. The reason that my Great-Great-Grandma McWilder (GGGMcW) did fine during the Great Depression was she knew how to make clothes from cloth, a needle, and thread. And if the cloth wasn’t big enough for a dress? It was big enough to be made into part of a hand-made quilt. Like Jean-Luc Picard, she could make it sew.
GGGMcW also knew how to raise chickens. And raise a garden. Probably 30% or more of the calories they ate came from the backyard – as he added soil to the garden, I’m sure he said, “so, the plot thickens.” But Great-Great-Grandpa McWilder was no slouch, either. He didn’t have a great repair shop, but the man fixed every aspect of his house, by himself. Roof leaked?
It was his job to fix. Ants? His to kill. Broken suitcase handle? His to fix.
Honestly, I don’t recall them buying anything much more than flour, sugar, bread, chicken, and hamburger and the occasional vegetable. I don’t think the area was friendly to corn so I think they got that in cans. They would have grown more vegetables, but they weren’t from Okra-homa.
I installed a beer tap in my house – now The Mrs. complains that she can’t take a shower.
But there was more. The Great-Greats were also tied into their community, and had been there a decade. The connections they had bonded them to the community. How so? During the Depression they raised another child from a family that couldn’t afford to feed the kid.
The pyramid is real. In many ways opportunities may diminish over time. But life goes on, so keep investing in the skills that you might need.
All of them. Because you have no idea what the future might bring.