One - you lock the target
Two - you bait the line
Three - you slowly spread the net
Four - you catch the man

I got headhunted yesterday.

This was quite a coincidence as I’d decided over the weekend to see what
other jobs were out there. Of course, I haven’t mentioned The Plan yet but
while the foundations for that are being dug, filled with concrete and
waiting to harden, I figured be good to see what the market was doing and
what oppurtunities may or may not be available. Just in case I had to fall
back to Plan B. Or F. Or perhaps even X.

I should be flattered.

Except that the job in question was so far removed from anything I do
(except that it was in the finance industry), am capable of doing or, more
importantly, that I would be vaguely interested in doing that it negated
any sense of being valued and desired that the original approach may have
instilled.

So today I’m left with a decision to make: sort out my CV and get it up to
date then send it out or grit my teeth and weather the depressingly
depressing monotonous grind of staying here until all the pieces of The
Plan slide neatly into place. I just don’t know whether I’m really the
right person to simply lie on my back front and think of Wales.