@jespah,
When I was first starting out in my second career, at 42, I was recommended while still in school (brag/sardonic) by the head of the department for a job as a helper/gopher at a prestigious design firm downtown.
I worked sixteen hours a week for something like $3.25 an hour.
I made coffee when it ran out, I helped the secretary file, I colored very large presentation drawings at high speed, I paced/mapped the tough city parks they were redesigning, re what was how many feet away from this or that, and photographed them for information binders.
I actually made almost zero money since the firm was in a tough neighborhood and I tried to park close, thus getting almost routine parking tickets.
This was all during a recession, maybe 1983. One not so sunny day the owner let go nine of the twelve people there, he being one of the twelve, and of course that included me. Because of the great client list, the firm was subsumed by a respected national firm that still exists. Others way senior to me started their own firms, not easy in a recession, but at least one guy was a designer for the Getty property some years later. I liked him; in a way, Panzade reminds me of him. I saw his resume when he was applying for a job, when I was doing my duty filing while snooping. He did it with markers, graphics, have never seen another resume like that - and it worked, at least then. The woman I did the (do this in 30 minutes) drawing for also started her own firm. I highly admired her at the time for wearing high heels at presentation meetings. I happen to hate high heels.
I called every landscape architecture firm in the wider Los Angeles area (this was all naturally prior to the changes that happened with the internet). Let's say 45 of them. With most of them, the architects answered the phones themselves. They were nice to me but said no, as I did years later to other callers... the mix of listening and trying to be helpful. Anyway, the last call was not only the best, but the fellow needed drafting help and his office was something like 20 blocks away from our house, and jeepers, three blocks from the beach.
I worked for/with him for, oh, nine years, until I went on my own, and he's still one of my favorite people.
Well, the construction design fields go through rocky cycles, but they usually come back somewhere, somehow.
Don't know, though, about things reversing easily in 2014.