Corinniecakes brought it to my attention a few weeks ago that the Noble Publishing Superpower that is our employer might hire 2 U.S. sales consultants in France and Spain.

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Some of my colleagues inquired instantaneously.

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Me, being the procrastinator that I am, waited a few weeks.

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To be honest, the blog is a wee bit of a time vacuum.  A move to Europe seemed monumental and daunting because...well...it <em>is</em> monumental and daunting.  It would also make one HELL of a curious adventure, don't ya think?

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With my last name literally translating to "of Spain", I wondered if this was my destiny.  I'm kind of goofy that way.

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I also happened to hear of a story where a woman fell madly and passionately in love with a Spaniard who swooped her off to his home on the Spanish coast.

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I envisioned myself standing on a cliff with a Javier Bardem lookalike.  He stood behind me with his arms around my waist while my hair floating in the breeze.

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Sigh...

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I wrote to The Hiring Powers That Be.  I mentioned that I was interested in the Spain position.  I assured her that my last name was not made up.  Did she think it was a sign?   :-)

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(And yes, I followed that very professional statement with a smiley.  But she included a smiley in her original email, so we're good.)

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I heard back from the hiring manager in a nanosecond.

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And my dreams of Spain vanished in a nanosecond-and-a-half.

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First of all, the position was inland.  Hmph.

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Most importantly, I the salary and bonus were much lower than our positions here in the States.  I may have gone for the "experience" when I was in my mid-20s, but now??

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God Bless America!

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Oh, well.  Italy beckons, so we're good.  :-)

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