Flying freely - Somewhere over London

Share written 2011-12-11 @ 15:12:04

Yesterday I realized that my move to London gave me my life back, I haven't been this happy in a very long time. I can fall asleep in the evenings, and I can wake up in the mornings, and all the pressure I feel is positive pressure created by myself. I feel I can actually control where I'm heading, I have regained the rudder.
Nothing feels impossible, I'm full of positive energy, and I smile all the time instead of only when there's actually something to smile about. I've gotten back the feeling that sacrificing blood, sweat and tears will actually take me places. I don't feel like a prisoner anymore; leaving Sweden was like opening the cage door..
The Eye of London to the right, The Palace of Westminster in the center and Big Ben to the left. Picture taken from Waterloo Bridge..
..hopefully this canary bird won't freeze or starve to death..
The Eye of London to the right, The Palace of Westminster in the center and Big Ben to the left. Picture taken from Waterloo Bridge..

English red tape and lack of trust in people

Share written 2011-11-25 @ 22:52:17

Sometimes you leave your home country as a Christer, and then all of a sudden you’re a Hans. This will be the case if you have the names Hans Christer Mattias printed in your passport and in that order. This is by the way not a joke, my name is from this day on Hans. There’s some weird shit going down in this country, and it all being covered up by a lot of red tape!


I didn’t think this would pose a big problem, not until now when I realised my proof of address from the bank was in the name of “Hans Brannstrom”, which means I will have to get my current employer to update all his paperwork about me..


The most inspiring conversation..

Share written 2011-10-21 @ 18:14:24

I just had the most inspiring conversation I've had for a year, and the best interview in a lifetime. If I could go to interviews like this for the rest of my life I'd be the happiest man there is, until I starved to death because I had no money.. ..I doubt I would have been anything but happy even when drawing my last breath.

To much melodrama? Yeah, maybe..

Do you know what a melodrama is? I could tell you if you would choose to read on.. A melodrama is a dramatic work which exaggerates the plot and the characters to appeal to the emotions. Basically every soap-opera out there.. ..Grey's Anatomy is the number one example. If they show a kid or baby in the first scene you just know that they gonna sacrifice her in the end.. the name of drama.. ..and then the flood gates open. My princess cries like if someone had shot her little brother everytime there is something remotely emotional on the TV..

Anyways, the most inspiring..

My day began after three hours of sleep at 0300. My princess got up with me to pack my things for my week-end, no wonder I call her my princess:). I of course procrastinated as usual when I have to be somewhere sometime, but that was cool, I didn't wanna miss my flight for nothing.

Ended up going to the wrong terminal and had to walk from Terminal 5 to 2.. ..and that's like not far from two kilometers. Got there with plenty of time to spare - especially since the plane had technical difficulties.. It had something to do with the cabin preassurizer or God know what. Anyways.. London the conveyor belt for the luggage failed me and brought my luggage in late, and on top of that the slow walkers from hell made me miss my train.. ..and the train after that was of course late.

All this ultimate latlieness didn't leave me no time to eat, so my first 3.5 hour interview was on an empty stomach.. ..not even breakfast. Loved the company - and loved Scott, fantastic guy! Since that interview keept me busy longer than expected I of course was in a hurry to my next interview.. ..and the London underground system is an intelligencetest, which I failed. I also went one stop too far (they went to far), since I got the wrong directions, so I was six minutes late.. the best interview of my life.

Now I'm leeching off of Starbuck's wifi waiting for Rob, the headhunter. He's buying me a pint.. ..haven't told him I don't drink beer.. would feel a bit puff to say I wanted to drink red wine..

Catch y'all later!