Just before I left the UK, I had a final interview for a new job. The interview was on Friday afternoon, and the headhunter had promised that I’d hear something on Monday.

Headhunters rank just under lawyers in the pathelogical liar stakes, and sure enough, no phone call came on Monday. I spent the rest of the week glued to my Blackberry, waiting for some news.

In fact, it wasn’t all the headhunter’s fault. The Partner who was supposed to make the final hiring decision had been out of the office for a few days. In any case, the telephone call finally came through with the news that I was hoping for — that they’d decided to make me an offer. To celebrate, we had a fantastic meal at one of the oldest restaurants in Zurich, and after dinner I treated myself to one of Havana’s finest:

More news on the new job later…