Left work, trudged back home, bone tired. Was upstairs trying to cool off when I was asked to take a call.
From a headhunter.
Turns out that someone, somewhere, had a copy of my CV from one year ago, and this woman was trying to match her client up with candidates. Apparently (she claims) she's had lousy matches so far and think's I could be The One.
I'm interested, I'm a little excited & flustered, but I definitely am ready to return to real work. With a real company. And except for that huge pinch of salt - the one? geez! - I'm pretty psyched to meet this recruiter tomorrow evening.
More news as it happens, intrepids.
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