Another headhunter calls

And here I thought no one was noticing.

A headhunter (yes, they probably hate being called that) called--his job is basically in suburban Chicago, but the trick is this: there would be a year or two in the Netherlands. He couldn't find anyone who would do that--would I? I explained that Coca-Cola (my current employer) had sent me to Brussels. It fell through, but at least I knew was it was about and yes I would consider his opening. He seemed stunned that someone actually said "Maybe" rather than "Hell, no."

That was a couple of weeks ago. This morning I talked to the actual hiring manager, a pretty reasonable guy. He confirmed everything the headhunter said--again I said "Maybe." I didn't want to admit my Minute Maid career was flopping around like a carp on a rock. Whatever this job is, it wouldn't be boring.

Still, most of these things lead nowhere.