Two years ago I had an unfortunate incident with my then-boss... he was a creep and I made no pretense of liking him. This led to serious work tensions. I do not respond well to being sworn at from across the open plan office and he did not respond well to cocky upstarts swearing back at him.
We ended our passionate relationship with him threatening not to pay me and me flinging threats of the Labour Rights Act and CCMA court at him.
I left, he paid me. We didn't hug.
I'm not proud of how I behaved when I eventually left, it all got very childish and petty. Sometimes, I seem to think that once you start a fight, you might as well finish it. It's a matter of pride, or a lack thereof.
Yesterday, I sent out a press release to a group mailing list. Darkwing Duck (DWD, my previous boss) was obviously on mailing list, because I got a sarcastic (almost sneering) reply from him saying, "My my, small world."
Now, back in the day, I would've replied with something along the lines of: "My my, small penis." But I didn't. I just ignored it. This is me, letting it go. This is me, all growed-up.
Right. Now that I am finished extolling the virtues that are me, I can move on... to the Magaliesburg lodge where I am going to spend this weekend being pampered and indulged.
Bring. It. On.