I applied for a job I was only half qualified for, in the country where the man lives, even in the town where he lives and where I have spent much time the past five to ten years, for a company I respect.
Of course I did not get the job, but they made me another.
The company made me a job that fits me.
A perfect fit and a perfect timing.
I start 1 June.
The process has been beyond belief. The experience almost incomprehensible.
I still find it difficult to believe.
But they made me a job, advertised it internally, warned everybody that they would have to match this external candidate they had found, gave me about 25% more in salary than I have ever made in my entire life and relocated me from my mother's country to the man's country within 18 hours.
Because I do not own very much and want to keep even less, it was packed up within an hour.
I start in a few days.
It shouldn't not happen. It doesn't happen to me. I very nearly did not even apply.
Actually, I actually did not even fully apply. I only sent my regular CV. No letter, nothing more.
The internal recruiter spotted it, called for an impromptu interview and brought me to the attention of the department. This is why internal recruiters are so much better for the company than any agency.
I met with the cynical leader of the department. We solved the world's problems in half an hour.
I met with the manager of the department. We became firm friends in twenty minutes.
I met with the head of the department. A very impressive person, highly admirable.
I met with the manager of the neighboring department. We made plans to solve the company issues.
I do not know what is wrong with them -
they love me, they want me and they told the recruiter to get me.
It may be appropriate to quote Groucho Marx: I do not want to belong to a club who wants me as a member except in this case; this is my dream company.
I will cycle to work.
I will live with the man full time.
I will make a shitload of money... and
I will have absolutely no time to spend the money as I will be working silly hours.
I will be Senior + my profession + list of abbreviations for my specialisation + position
at a company you will have heard of. I may not blog very often after this month.