My love affair with Spain
In August 2012, I came back to Dublin from a 3 week trip through the United States. I had visited Boston, New York, Philadelphia and Washington DC, and then went back to Philadelphia and Boston. What does this have to do with Spain? Well, I’ll get there in a minute. After 2 days of acclimatizing at home, I went back to work. I was working for an American car rental company at the time, and had been for over 5 years. For a few months, I had been looking for a new job as I thought it was time for a change. A few days after I returned to the office, having wrestled my way through the 500+ e-mails that had come in during my holiday, our director of Human Resources came up to me in the hallway and asked me if I could come to her office. I went over, and she told me that they needed to cut numbers in our team. She handed me a piece of paper with a number on it and said that I would receive that sum if I volunteered to leave. I looked at the number, signed on the spot and came back the n