When networking I find that a lot of HR practioners "fell into" their HR careers.
I myself decided at age 17 that I wanted to do a BA in HRM and then I gained experience and went onto do my CIPD.
I'm interested to find out how others got into HR.
When networking I find that a lot of HR practioners "fell into" their HR careers.
I myself decided at age 17 that I wanted to do a BA in HRM and then I gained experience and went onto do my CIPD.
I'm interested to find out how others got into HR.
Seems that very many colleagues followed the White Rabbit and fell into Wonderland - as I did, but don't regret it one little bit.
Orginally, I worked for the Diplomatic Service / Foreign Office in a menial capacity but in a venture to improve myself went into HE following Business Studies, which only served to teach me just how totally boring debits and credits and accountants and critical paths and those American managerial 'science' gurus really were
After the Business Studies, I 'fell' into the 'Labour Department' of the local steelworks, rather because I refused, on basis of previous bitter experience, to have anything to do with their Cost Office, and, although much was indeed Wonderland, and there were ups and downs, I've never really looked back, or ever regretted it.
In many ways, it was a privilege to interact with ordinary workpeople and to share with them their workplace concerns and experiences, and I learned a very great deal from it - not least, that workpeople possess and deserve essential dignity - it was often abundantly clear to me only 'life chances' had differentiated 'the management' from 'the workforce'.
Also, there was something rather elemental in turning stuff from the earth into shining steel - I developed a personal theory that the most elemental workers were the blastfurnacemen, and despite being very scary individuals indeed they were intensely honourable people for bwhom I had utter respect. Whereas other groups of workers, fmuch further removed from these elemental processes, were usually the most troublesome bunch of malingerers and twisters imaginable.
I'm really trying to say that, had I been charged with making such as choccie bars or dishwaher tablets or cat crunchies then I wouldn't have been nearly so inspired and neither would the workforce, for all kinds of reasons: it ought not to matter, but it did very much to me
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Seems that very many colleagues followed the White Rabbit and fell into Wonderland - as I did, but don't regret it one little bit.
Orginally, I worked for the Diplomatic Service / Foreign Office in a menial capacity but in a venture to improve myself went into HE following Business Studies, which only served to teach me just how totally boring debits and credits and accountants and critical paths and those American managerial 'science' gurus really were
After the Business Studies, I 'fell' into the 'Labour Department' of the local steelworks, rather because I refused, on basis of previous bitter experience, to have anything to do with their Cost Office, and, although much was indeed Wonderland, and there were ups and downs, I've never really looked back, or ever regretted it.
In many ways, it was a privilege to interact with ordinary workpeople and to share with them their workplace concerns and experiences, and I learned a very great deal from it - not least, that workpeople possess and deserve essential dignity - it was often abundantly clear to me only 'life chances' had differentiated 'the management' from 'the workforce'.
Also, there was something rather elemental in turning stuff from the earth into shining steel - I developed a personal theory that the most elemental workers were the blastfurnacemen, and despite being very scary individuals indeed they were intensely honourable people for bwhom I had utter respect. Whereas other groups of workers, fmuch further removed from these elemental processes, were usually the most troublesome bunch of malingerers and twisters imaginable.
I'm really trying to say that, had I been charged with making such as choccie bars or dishwaher tablets or cat crunchies then I wouldn't have been nearly so inspired and neither would the workforce, for all kinds of reasons: it ought not to matter, but it did very much to me
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