Don’t you just love those people who, presented with the correct answer, blurts out: “I knew it!”. I remember myself doing this at the last day of school when the class had a quiz. Every time it was my turn I said those words, very happy and probably somewhat frustrated. And the parents (including my…
Tag: Writing
Love ’em words
The other day a friend asked me “When were you truly happy in doing your job?” As the positive (here she goes again the self-righteousness woman) individual I am, find happiness any- and everywhere. I see stuff from the bright side, that is just who I am. No, all jobs or parts of work are not…
Compliment
It is so little that does it for me. Just a few, polite words from a stranger. Who not only like my way of writing (from reading this chronicle, only in Swedish I am afraid) but who also respected me and complimented me on my way of living (and this guy knew what he was…
