"Everyone says, Get out, now!
Where are we supposed to go, if we're middle aged and have done this job for ten years?"
I did it, brother (or sister.) Is it easy? Nope. Can it be done? Sure.
An amusing anecdote: I'm not what one would call a spring chicken. One of the interviews I went to was me sitting down at a table with two young people, a SM and an ASM, both of whom were young enough to be my daughters (or, in the South, my granddaughters.) This was a very progressive retailer with very good metrics; I did my homework, and I nailed the interview. I had answers for every question; I out-thought these two young'uns like you couldn't believe. I was two or three steps ahead. I could have slapped a deck of Camels on the table, fired one up and poured myself a glass of Canadian Club in the middle of this interview, like Don Draper on "Mad Men," and still have won the day. Then, at the end of it, I got up to shake hands, and my left foot had fallen asleep. I swear to God, FDR in his fourth term would have stood up with more vigor than me that day. I was literally holding on to the table to prevent me from falling to the floor like a gosh darn imbecile.
Not too surprisingly, I didn't get a second interview. But I found something else.
And so can you. Good hunting, brother/sister.
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