Final Post Date Australia

I had two good resolutions addressing this autumn 2010: to update this blog regularly, and find a job.

As you can see, it total failure in the first category. So I concentrated on the second and surpraïze: it worked! Please

Meet the new me: HR Consultant.

is a title a bit much to say that I'm going to recruit. From November it tells me so the right of life or death to my fellow professional, I lead licks lips ...

Good in truth, I am totally petrified with fear at the thought of this leap into the unknown (I even had a nightmare where I had to recruit Frederic Levebre is to say). I wake up every morning with the ball and the belly that question that torments me Shelley's: shit, is what I've done ...? Is what I should not take a cushy job of executive assistant and make PivotTables all day giving the "Headmaster" to my boss? Is not what I should call them and tell them that in fact ben er not?

But nah, I'm holding for now and I have not called (note that I cling to a job that I have not started yet, it promises ...)

At the same time, I tell myself that I have 130 years to work, I will say that I have room to carry out tests of all kinds. And if I have deliberately chosen to learn a new job is probably my deep bored me to make serious PivotTables ... Good

what is stressing me a bit anyway, is that I will not do as recruiting, I'll also have my fader prospecting .... And then I say beuuuuuuh. Prospecting is the people who always call you at the wrong time to the tune of "let me introduce you to our services, and believe me it will change your life." A sort of Jehovah's Witness now.

And frankly, someone answer me: who likes to do that??

Me Me when I receive a call from someone wishing sell me double glazing, I have two possible reactions:

1. If I'm in a good mood: "I arrest you right away, I'm not interested at all. But yes, good day to you too my good lady "

2. If I'm in a bad mood:" I know how you got my number? (Icily, raised eyebrows, smirk of contempt that feels even through the handset) "

But in any case I listen to the little speech that follows. I'm assuming that if I need something, I'm big enough to do the research myself and a call home in the afternoon is particularly intrusive.

short, I am so aware of the annoyance caused by such phone call that I am not sure to be super super motivated ...

Good try anyway to stay positive, saying that if it is I'll be like super super good in fact. And I'll make a cap in the wake of teleoperation and open a call center in Dubai.

Anywho, we can say that this new job that's going to change anything!

And to paraphrase the great artist MC Warrior: you wanted, you've had (a big slap on your ass). He explains that is free to our choices and that sometimes we need to be shaken in our beliefs, our lives, and it hurts, yeah yeah.

Finally, and this has nothing to do with sauerkraut you'll laugh, but I think I finished my mourning of Australia. My friend

Soline French met in Sydney, and as we came home with her husband this summer, I learned he was returning to Sydney for a year. New job, new visa, what happiness. At this news, I was just happy for them. No twinge of heart or "han the Choune!". And I realized that if we proposed to return to live there again, well, I would say no.

Life is beautiful:).

On this dear friend, I leave and I'll do an hour of code yeah!

PS: To complete work on this story, I must confess I still drive in parallel talks in another box that offered me a bit of my dream job but is very very very slow in its recruitment process. As I am not sure if it works, I talk too much (unless you're part of the 197 people I saw this week or that I got the phone which I describe everything with a hysterical voice on cocaine). In short, when I speak a little because I can not help it. I'll keep you informed, and if it works, I'll do a kiss-mouth, I promise.

PPS: I have not forgotten that I had to write an article "Living with 5 dwarf 20m2, the ultimate experience!". That's because I still collect evidence for more serious rebuilding .

PPS: Unrelated picture. You'll note that I am particularly void title and image.