Here’s the situation: Mr X burned some cigarette holes into my professional soul.
When I’m in a spiritual mood I may forgive.
But I don’t forget.
From now on: Stop asking me why I was so lame to allow him to push me so deep.
Because: He did get the best out of me before he mentally beat me up – also in public.
From now on: Stop telling me you would never let that happen to you.
Because: No single day goes by without feeling guilty about ‘quitting’ that work.
From now on: Stop telling me it was ‘only a job’.
Because: To me it wasn’t ‘just a job’. It was my calling. Something I invested my heart and soul into.
From now on: Stop telling me that you tried to warn me,
Because: I will run into the same trouble when another Mr Y challenges me beyond mediocrity,
You have no idea how this itches every single day.
So stop the fucking bullshit – OK?
Hehe … glad I got that off my chest … feels better.
