A DISGUISED COMFORTABLE CHOICE: THE TRAP
October 2018
London’s life was running smoother,
perhaps too smoother? A couple of phone and face to face interviews.
seemingly static,
Yet it moved, we would say, or I was pushed to….
2 interviews
1 shot
job offer
get ready to pack.
An odd event happened meanwhile during a gloomy London’s sunset afternoon.
Professional profile…LinkedIn
Sent invitation to be part of network to a French man – black and white photo on his profile.
Intel corporation his company
A French man I had been in contact with 11 years earlier.
Clicked- invitation accepted
I sent a ‘’merci’’- no reply.
Gloomy London’s sunset – I had my head in the cloud!
The morning after strong espresso coffee.
The French man photo had vanished in the CLOUD. It had vanished overnight.
Blond
blue eyes
a nerd
a jerk
a virtual sex performer, a soft one, all virtual, romantic scenarios.
Flu jab done
Bye Bye London.
Heathrow airport at sunrise
Leaving a Canadian book behind- one of those positive books
The story of a Poor Canadian who became rich in the real estate field in Montreal.
The plane took off – 1 hour and 15 minutes
smooth flight
no ‘’bungee jumping’’.
Landed
Picked up my luggage, the rest was left behind to further notice- 1 week later.
‘’To the booked hotel, please’’ I said to the taxi driver.
‘’Where are you coming from’’? the taxi driver asked me
London I replied.
‘’Why Belfast’? Tourist? No I replied I have got a job in French
French Sales-
Different accent, different pitch, vowels pronunciation.
A 4th Richter Hearthwake in my head –
Damien?!
A nerd.
A jerk.
A virtual soft sex performer, romantic scenarios. Unaware.
A Tech,or seemingly so.
I had no particular feeling towards him, of course not.
I was a little frightened
But full of hope, of Love of JOB