One thing recent times have created in abundance is consultants. But they go back a long way. A long way. In the Old Testament, Abiathar was the son of Ahimelech, a priest. He fled during a slaughter of priests under King Saul and became a religious consultant to David, who at the time was an outlaw in Judea.
Many consultants once were just plain folks, collecting pay cheques and functioning as important tendrils in the office grapevine. For one reason or another, they got out and now try to inform what remains of the corporate world about their particular genius, a.k.a. knowledge skills.
One such job I wouldn’t want to have is that of an out-placement consultant. They are the folks who do one-on-ones (have meetings with) companies’ human resource components (people) who have recently been out-placed (dehired, downsized, restructured, terminated, laid off, fired).
They figuratively hold your hand, tell you what a valuable person you are and assure you that life will get better if you pick yourself up off the scrap heap long enough to see that the market practically bristles with jobs paying half the rate you’re used to, with none of the job security. (Although if there had been job security, why are you talking to a consultant?)
And your age, well, we’ll not talk about that. Don’t worry, something will come along. Hone that resumé, adopt a positive outlook and be happy that you still have your health, assuming that you do still have your health. And please don’t take offence if this security guard walks you out of the building.