Especially given that as a country we seem to lack skilled people in many sectors, with graduates preferring to chase the money wherever they can rather than pursuing careers where they can build on their education.
That's not even close to the problem.
An engineering/science/technical degree is most valuable in an engineering/science/technical sector. The easiest route to more money for an engineering graduate, is to move into management (a high proportion of managers are former engineers for very good reasons).
Nobody in their right mind leaves a science/engineering/technical career that they entered as a graduate and progressed through with Continuing Professional Development, just to take early retirement or stack supermarket shelves.
The problem is the dearth of school pupils being funelled into these degrees in the first place.
I asked for a similar transfer and was old it wasn't possible as I had "qualifications". How times have changed!
Indeed. Shortly into my engineering career I applied to be a coach driver, inspired by an open day that was little more than a recruitment drive. It was no more than a whim at first, but given my love of buses (their company being a favourite of mine) and travel, it seemed a pretty fair bet to me at least, that I would have been the best driver they ever had, and would have reached my goal of working up through the ranks from lowly commuter services, to become one of their Top Link (high end continental tours). I was young, I had the years to spare.
They rejected me outright, baffled that anyone with a degree would see this as a career. Even though I had no family of my own and was already pretty sure I was not the settling down type. Perfect for long distance coach travel.
Given the area in which the were based and paltry starting salary, it was a fair bet the guy (not girls at the time) who got the job most likely went on to get fired for stealing. I've never so much as brought a library book back late. Plenty of arrests for drunken disorderly, but you don't need to be a qualified therapist to know that was because I was deeply unhappy in my chosen career.
But at the time they interviewed me, I was yet to become a lawless ruffian, and was an upstanding citizen of good character. It was definitely my passion, since I did eventually get to see the Alps and the great continental capitals, and have always ascribed to the view that money can't buy you happiness, that only comes from doing a job that feeds your passion.
Not unhappy due to the engineering, my other passion, but, as people here should take note of, the often vicious and yet totally undeserved daily steaming pile of crap I got for having been promoted into management above men thirty years my junior, felt like a slap in the face, like I had been cheated out of the promise of a degree that this working class lad made good had been sold.
I evidently lacked the social skills it apparently takes to deal with men of that age/stock, even though all I was doing was asking them to work in a way that was proven to be more efficient and more likely to keep them in a job in the globalised world we had now entered. It baffled me that my "betters" could be such literal babies in how they manifested their grievances. It is of note that this working class lad raised in the 80s has no such weaknessss. Plenty of others, but not that.
My dad was a soldier. So perhaps it's not so unusual to me that educated and qualified men in their twenties can lead men in their thirties and forties into battle. Men who, If they think their boss is making a mistake, will deal with it like men, not babies.
This is perhaps what frightens train drivers of a certain vintage. Making their job a degree level post means their peers and even their juniors might end up being their managers, and until such time, as a mere worker, will perhaps never be as attracted to the mindset of a unionised worker, and even perhaps more than them, know the difference between being working class lad made good, and "working class" man earning 60k.
Fast forward to now, in contented middle age, and apparently I could walk into the Stagecoach bus depot up the road and get hired immediately, even if I gave them a fully honest CV that stated my qualifications and current salary. And perhaps I might, my love of buses still extant, my suitability for shift work still present, my finances in a place where I can afford to live on what is quite a princely salary for my area, until early retirement.
I'd do it, if it weren't for the fact that in the eyes of all too many a driver standing outside for their smoke break, I see the same old fears and resentments, insecurities and jealousies. The downsides of being working class, unions doing their damndest to keep everyone in their place.