In short, the guy who runs the division and makes the decision can't believe his "luck" that I might relieve his personnel shortage. Unfortunately he has ten fucking thousand layers of red tape to smash through in order to take me under his wing.
Additional weirdness: I like the guy. Personally. And he likes me. We sat around about a year ago talking about all kinds of shit. We see eye-to-eye, a definite improvement on my current mouth-to-ass position with managers, something which hasn't changed over the past 3/4 decade.
Yes I am an atheist. No I won't get upset if you pray for me. Of course I'd prefer some sort of written, business-like recommendation since that's a lot easier to submit to the Red Tape Demons than your heartfelt pleas to the Flying Penne Monster (sometimes I like thick noodles), but I'll take whatever I can get at this point.
If it's required I will move to the Bay Area for a couple years as long as I have it written that I can move back to Europe (at company expense). I'll miss the sushi, burritos and Combos© filled snakck cracker snacks, but I can't see any long-term future in USia.
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