Well,
@Akasha you have the same feelings I have. No future whatsoever.
Can you imagine, going from a role where I did stuff and everyone was happy, to another where I am pushed into a corner in a factory because they don't like the fact that I don't quite have the fancy degrees they have. Stellenbosch boys are quite something I tell ya..
I see their fukkups, I laugh at their fukkups, but I am not allowed to get involved, help address issues. No sir, no ticket, no play.
And their fukkups have come home to roost, major client cancellations so I sit here doing basic electrical maintenance, while they sit all day debugging code, hastily try and re-hash the electronics, and abuse suppliers to get stuff done ahead of schedule. I am not intending to blow a trumpet but this is what happens when you're 51, have lots of experience and work with 29-30 year olds that seem to have a shortage of common sense.
For the longest time I was very angry about the above, but nowadays I've just got not fvcks left to give.
I have applied for countless jobs, like in the region of 60-70 and the result is the same in most cases.. if I am lucky to get an interview then I get a technical test, which is no problem, then in the interview after that it's some 29-30 year old kid again, who thinks he knows absolutely everything, trying to tell me my code is schitt.. and then the usual, Dear John letter follows.
Some roles, I get a technical interview closer to engineering and I know my stuff there... 2 weeks later.. Dear John letter. Same old AI-written piece of crap they all use nowadays.
Two weeks ago I applied for a role that I found out later is a rather dodgy company that is in SA to dodge regulatory scrutiny in the UK. A friend in the UK told me stuff that, had I known would have made me think twice about applying.
That didn't stop them sending me a Dear John letter where they proceeded to tell me how incompetent I am... and that my work is schit, based off a simple list portfolio of work I'd done the past 10 years. Even went as far as to nitpick a project I delivered in 2023 that was approved in a lab, went to production, and for which I earned a design award.
Then people wonder why I am depressed, why I want to die, and why I feel I have no future. And then, in that, I know why I have to work for myself as fukking hard that is going to be..