Damn Swede

I wish you could hear the headline. It’s actually the chorus of a song, which was also the name of a holiday play my parent’s church put on a couple years in a row several years back. This play holds special significance to my brother and sister-in-law, as the family was attending said play when they got engaged. As a result they had to leave a message on the answering machine - a message my mother still has to this day. The pastor’s daughter was named Hope, so for years she had to deal with people singing this song to her as she turned corners.

Ah, memories.

So, things are cookin’. I have at least three scheduled or potential interviews within the next week or so. I feel freedom, as though I can taste it. In the meantime I am getting up to speed on my new clients and since I really don’t see a future I am standing up for myself the likes they have never seen before. It’s kind of fun, actually. And I seem to be earning the respect of my new collegues because of it. Just in time for me to leave.