In the summer of 1982, the bottom fell out of the economy, just in time for my graduating year, 1983. I applied for 1,200 jobs, was granted *3* interviews, and received 1,199 rejections. I got my first job only because under some government internship and training program, the Feds paid my employer 75% of my salary for the first 2 years. So, my employer got a graduate engineer, full time, at a cost to the company of $3.00 - CDN, at that - per hour.
It was 1987 before things turned around, during which time a lot of 1982-1983 graduates had been in non-engineering careers for 4-5 years. The result was that in subsequent years, places had really good "10+" year folks, really good "2-" year folks, and nothing in between. In my line of work that legacy has lived on and things have never fully recovered. More than anything else, in my mind, that is what has created the periodic boom-time influx of overseas engineers in response to the corresponding perceived "shortages" of engineers that is frequently discussed here and in other forums. Those overseas folks didn't take jobs away from locals, as is sometimes lamented, but rather, they filled what was in fact a real void left behind by the locals who never got a chance to break into the industry since there were no jobs for them.
In my case, there are nonetheless a whole bunch of gas plants, wellsites, batteries and facilities within driving distance. One thing I have often considered is getting up early on a Saturday, throwing some steel-toed boots and Nomex coveralls and a hard-hat into the back of the cab of my truck, driving to Tim Horton's to buy a couple of dozen doughnuts, and then proceeding to a few site offices with a gift of doughnuts and requesting a site tour, just for interest's sake. Sooner or later, I am bound to come across someone who has a problem that maybe I can render a free opinion on during the tour. If not, at least I brought doughnuts.
Regards,
SNORGY.