Well here’s an interesting turn up for the books. Regular readers (and there must be some somewhere, mustn’t there) will remember that I was after a job with Wunderman in Paris a year or so ago, and that I returned from Singapore on the understanding that I’d be getting a job with WPP in France.

Well, one thing didn’t lead to another and I was left high and dry. I ended up working in the agency of doom in Leeds (which gives the term ‘sweat shop’ a whole new meaning, both in terms of workload and the fact it’s always 30 degrees in the office due to an absence of air-conditioning).

Anyway. A month or so ago (amusingly when I was on the train down to London with one of my colleagues), the CD at Ogilvy Paris called, asking if I was still interested in a job there. Well, you can imagine that given the chance to choose between Leeds and Paris, there wasn’t too hard a decision to be made.

It took a few weeks, but they managed to sort everything out in time for me to hand in my notice before the end of my probationary period, which meant I only had to give them a week’s notice instead of the usual month. Since it’s the Easter week this week, I offered them an extra week so they didn’t have to find a freelancer (which could be tricky when so many people are on holiday).

But even so, I’m not very popular. The thing about these probationary periods is, that although they always say it’s for your protection as well as theirs, the last thing they expect you to do is take them up on it – and I’m the second person to walk away from there in a month. Ooops.

So we’re off. Again. This time, let’s hope it sticks. While this international lifestyle is fantastic and sure beats living in the UK with a mortgage I can’t afford, I’m getting a bit sick of moving now. So if I can stay in the same place for a few years I’ll be happy.