I left through choice at the end of 12 in 1991 into a recession. I balanced up my trade ability, mechanics, electrics, hydraulics and pneumatics even included stacking. Civilianised my CV excluding all rafisms and hit the yellow pages for all companies within a 40 mile radius of where I had settled. I wasn't precious and wanted a new outlook anyway. A tailored covering letter to each of the companies with the emphasis on whatever they did and that I had experience enough to hold together a 20 minute interview.
For resettlement I opted for a job placement with a local electronic trade distribution company, working in the stock control department shadowing the stock control manager and spending time in each of the internal departments, I suppose today you would call it a 'de-compression' period rather than a chosen job route. It got me into a civvy+ state of mind. More importantly it gave me the opportunity to meet management and directors informally.
I was still seeking and attending interviews during the placement period, some promising, some not from me, some not from them.
I had a number of interviews and 2 offers. At this point all I had in aim was a wage to cover my mortgage, treating any job offer as a stepping stone until I found what I wanted to do. I had calculated my minimum monthly requirement and cut out any loans or debts in the preceding 12 months.
That was the planning, (**** poor as it may have been). Now the luck. At my placement the Personnel Director was in the TA. The Sales Director had boringly been in the RAF on National Service. They offered me a position as an internal technical support engineer within the Fire Alarm division. Now the problem, 2 job offers at a good wage from Companies I had only interview experience or a lower wage offer in a firm I had some knowledge of. No brainer, Fire alarms it was.
It never failed to amaze me just how much more I knew from a manual than the engineer on site, a bit like OTJ for a DE but by phone link.
24vdc circuits, lots of legislation, every business has got to have one and they need periodic servicing and maintenance, people break them. (A bit like a jet)
That is where I started networking both internally in the company and externally with both customers and suppliers.
I had 12 good fat years of promotion, cash bonus for performance and a whores expense account to entertain customers (And me).
I expected to be their for 18 months max, saw a lot of people get the chop during the 90's recession but just plugged on slamming the hours in for results.
Then I got bored
Then I decided to start my own company doing the same thing just not in the Millions.
Now I am as Happy as a JENGO on nights. My business, my money, my decisions affect my income (Both good and bad).
Life is a series of stepping stones................And then you die.
So if the big finger of doom touches you and you're out of the RAF. It's a stepping stone moment.
I know it's a ramble but if it helps, goodo.