Having written just two blog posts I find myself STUCK. I write a sentence and then delete it, write and delete, write, delete…It’s possible to lose an hour doing this, maybe even an entire evening, or – who am I trying to kid? – a whole week. So I have decided to just write. Anything that comes into my head. So that is what I am doing (and I apologise in advance).
I set up this blog as part of an MA in Professional writing that I am currently struggling through. I’m not the blogging type – whatever that is – but I will stick with this. It’s a slow, steady process this writing lark and not one that I’m particularly comfortable with.
I’m determined in a ‘I WILL finish this 10 mile run in under 1 hour’ sort of way, rather than a ‘If I just carrying on plodding through the countryside I’ll enjoy the sunshine and eventually reach the road,’ sort of way.
More is more and less is less.
Do not kid yourself that by sitting in contemplative reflection for hours on end you are one step closer to saving the world (unless you fly fighter jets for a living, head up Benson and Hedges or something of that ilk).
Of course that is my military side speaking. That is the part of me that has been marched, scrubbed and screamed into action.
If things aren’t working, try harder.
If you’re late, get a new battery for your watch.
If you’re tired, get down and gimme 20 press ups.
Although it’s been three years since I left the navy, I still have this mentality to an extent. A minute drill sergeant exists somewhere inside my head and he will not let me rest. That is why I am writing this ‘stream of consciousness’ or to put it more bluntly, drivel.
Now this can make me very productive, rather like a sausage machine. You can rely on me to produce consistent results, on time and on brief. But I’ve noticed that civilian employers tend to adopt a more vegetarian outlook; instead of just valuing reliability, efficiency and productivity, they value variation, colour and sustainability as well.
Securing a job after leaving the military is not easy. Adjusting to a civilian work environment is not easy. Remaining calm when a colleague doesn’t show up to a meeting, doesn’t respond to your email, takes the day off because of a ‘cold’, is not easy. The forces try to prepare leavers for the civilian working world; however the reality is rather different to the prep and can come as quite a shock. Yes employers will value the many skills a military veteran has, however nowadays companies are increasingly focused on ‘cultural fit.’ Basically, your interpersonal skills and general personality are just as important – if not more important – than the qualifications and skills you have carefully typed in size 11 Arial font on your CV.
Here lies the rub.
Qualifications and skills are relatively easy to add to, tinker with, down play if you must, but personality? I tend to think of personality as fairly enduring and besides, even if you faked your way through an interview you would probably end up hating your new job because you lack ‘cultural fit’.
The feedback I received in my last interview was that I was ‘too military’. My answers were too structured, too well thought out and delivered too calmly. My prospective employer wanted to catch a glimpse of the ‘real me’, the approachable me who is human and makes mistakes and can laugh about those mistakes, learn from them and grow.
Thankfully I still got the job, but this feedback made me think. When I was in the military I wasn’t military enough (I think ‘pink and fluffy’ is the description people used which is odd as you can be approachable without being sickly sweet like candyfloss) and now that I’ve left I am too military. Where does that leave me? Do I not properly fit into the military or the civilian working world anymore? Am I destined to be a ‘military wife’ after all and join the choir whilst my husband pays for our food, our house and our lives?
I think it leaves me unlabelled. Uncategorised. Which, I must add, is a good thing. I have my own way of doing things and although I can learn and adapt, I can’t be melted down like chocolate and poured into a silicon mould.
It means I have choices.
It means I have an identity that is getting stronger each day.
And besides, I needn’t worry because I don’t believe in destiny.
An Officer and a Lady 