So about a week ago I decide to head down to a bar/restaurant I've heard some good things about, Red's Icehouse. Had the "Lowcountry Boil" (which sounds like something you get on your azz), and a few beers, for dinner. Very nice.
Stroll out to the riverside deck after dinner. Acoustic set by a guy with a guitar and a female singer, not bad. Some classic rock like Tom Petty. Weather balmy, maybe 55F, not bad for 9:00PM on a January night.
I've struck a James Dean pose with my elbow on a shelf overlooking the river, when it starts to rain. The rain chases me under a shelter with one of those tall gas heaters. I sit at the end of a tall wooden table, the other end of which is occupied by two fellows talking, obviously out after a day of work.
Also chased in out of the rain is a tall-ish thin fellow who is dressed slightly too well for the place and the crowd. He takes up some elbow room at the corner across the table from me, and we both watch the acoustic act struggle, then finally give up under the persistent drizzle.
He turns to me and makes a remark. German guy. We strike up a conversation which drifts to what we're both doing in Charleston. Work of course. He's over from Germany, working at the Mercedes truck plant.
We talk about working away from your home country, and express our appreciation for what a great place Charleston SC is. We also exchange professional resumes in the form of anecdotes about the cool jobs we've worked on; I can see that he appreciates that I worked in Germany and with a German engineer in England and South Korea.
So, he finally pops the question: Would I be interested in working for Mercedes?
Maybe. Let's talk.