Ding! Dong! The wicked witch is dead!

Oh thank goodness.

Mike called me this morning early to talk. We had been discussing taking on a new contract, but with a difficult client, the last few days. This morning's conversation was a continuation of that discussion. I'm willing to do the work, but I was worried about the stress level of dealing with the client.

Mike slept on it last night, and agreed. We didn't need to add to our stress level. We don't need this client. The contract will not lead to other exciting opportunities (or even un-exciting ones), based on the client's personality.

After I hung up the phone, I must have had a big smile on my face. Kris saw me and started singing, "Ding dong! The witch is dead! Which ol' witch? The wicked witch! Ding, dong, the wicked witch is dead!"

Of course, that song is now stuck in my head.