The Plan (Part 3)

In case my plan did not work I reluctantly had a back up, working for my father. Like my brother and sister before me I would join the family as I was “destined” to do. I have never had any desire to work for my dad, I have always wanted to do something different than what was expected of me.

I guess I have always been the black sheep of the family, my mom told me that. When I was getting ready to be baptized (Christian non-Catholic) I watched other baptisms for weeks as the other children and adults were lightly doused with water like a Super Bowl celebration. So on the day of my baptismal I brought some shampoo in my pocket and once the Pastor poured the water from the jewel encrusted goblet from a Lil' Jon video on my head I quickly reached in my pocket for a glob of that Johnson and Johnson’s kid formula mixing it for a good cleansing with that holy water. Much to the amusement of the congregation and the horror of my parents from that day forth I have made a conscious effort to be different.

My loathing thoughts of fulfilling the family legacy would have to be put on hold when days later from submitting my resume I got a call from the school! Within a week I had an interview set up. Now was my chance, Carpet Diem!!!