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Lost_Sheep
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I found out recently that a former supervisor from several jobs ago died in a car accident.
I never liked the guy, and he certainly didn’t like me. We never got along and he really made my work life miserable.
Now mind you, I never wished any ill fate upon him, and my sympathies go out to his family. Yet I have this “guilty pleasure” that the guy is gone from this earth and I feel that I have finally “triumphed” over him.
Thoughts?
I never liked the guy, and he certainly didn’t like me. We never got along and he really made my work life miserable.
Now mind you, I never wished any ill fate upon him, and my sympathies go out to his family. Yet I have this “guilty pleasure” that the guy is gone from this earth and I feel that I have finally “triumphed” over him.
Thoughts?