Here’s the thing:
Any decent-sized country is heterogeneous. I imagine Luxembourg doesn’t manage much heterogeneity other than “Lux-town”, “Lux-villages” and “Lux-commutes from another country M-F”, but who knows, they might surprise me.
I’m from a part of Spain that’s kind of weird in that we have many special laws; it’s also a place without any real big cities. The town where my mother and brothers live is “a big village” by most Spaniards’ standards, not so much for its size (which goes more into “small town”) as because they insist in identifying it with asparagus, artichokes and a “country bumpkin accent” (the accent is there, the main sources of earnings has been industry for over 50 years and is now being replaced by services; we have more computer stores per head than Madrid).
For the last few years my resume has bounced all over the place. 2000-2004 I worked for a single company, but all over Europe and the Americas. 2004 myself and several others got fired because the company didn’t know what to do with “high level Europeans”: HR didn’t have a procedure in place :smack:
9 months unemployed.
6 months in Costa Rica. For the last 3 I was 3 months ahead of the calendar. This project was pretty much done on my part when I left it, I’ve spoken with them later and know my part wrapped up well and they’re happy.
2 months in a town close to mine, where the client saw the sky crack open and a dove descend, illuminated by a shaft of light and following the evolutions of a whole orchestra’s violin section, because unlike the Madrid consultants they’d had until then I, being a “local”, talked straight and didn’t let them run over me. At one point, while I was being courted by several other companies, I got sick, had to leave work (dizzy, vertigo, leg tremors, stomach troubles) and the boss had the cojones to tell me “if you leave don’t bother come back!” I looked him in the eye as much as I was able to locate the eye to look in, said “bye”, and left. As I was sitting in my car waiting for the dizzy to pass enough to be able to call a cab, I got a job offer
in my province’s capital. For a boss who claimed she wanted “people expert in their own fields, with initiative, backbone and ideas.” And that’s what she got, but not what she actually wanted: she wanted yes-men. At this point I was being paid about as much as a factory’s junior engineer.
And I got an offer for 6 months in Switzerland, paying twice as much (only, due to the way the CHF and EUR have been moving, it’s now 3 times as much!). I took this job with the understanding that it was for 6 months - I never intended to move to the German-speaking part of Sitzerland permanently!
Turns out that the final client (all these jobs except the first are subcontracting) does want me permanently, but they will never, ever, say so. It’s a string of 6-month contracts which can last until I retire, getting paid a ton but well, that and not having a complete idiot of a direct manager are the only two good points of this job. Oh yes: and it’s away from home, which is both a blessing and a curse; I can file a lot of the drama under “nothing I can do” and don’t need to put up with stuff like my SiL trying to cozy me up by showing me the latest clothes she’s bought (speak of not knowing someone).
I’ve been here for 3 months. The company is so bent on not giving information that they didn’t even give me the names of local medical insurance companies, I had to get them elsewhere (and thanks God for “a friend of a friend”). They just never speak clearly.
And now I’m being courted by yet another company “back home”. Single-owner company, he tries to hire “local” because we understand each other much better, having the same cultural background. The company has offices in Bilbao (main, 3h from “home”), Barcelona (where my Grandparents From Hell live) and Madrid. Most of the jobs are in Barcelona and Madrid. Right now they have a job starting next month for which they need someone with my experience; I’d be in the project from the start (which is a size=28 difference), helping design it and all. While they’re offering a permanent position, we all know the only permanent thing is death. The salary is probably going to be less than the current one. I may be able to skip on going “home” every week, specially if I can get the company to pay for an apartment and not a hotel. I mean, seeing the family is nice and all… except when all I’m expected to do is a-hum and a-ha if nobody is going to ask “so, how you doin’?” I’d rather be long-distance.
Am I crazy for considering this offer (assuming the salary is still higher than the one before this)? In this sector it’s become pretty normal to jump jobs like a whore jumps beds, but I’m starting to wonder if this is too much jumping.
My current client is a huge pharma company, which I’m sure you’d all know. The “new” one would be a huge aviation related company which I’m also sure you’d all know.