Sometimes, my hatred of all things can’t be hidden.
For the past 13 months, I have been battling a person on a job out of state. He was in charge of a project where I had up to 40 people working at times.
If I had ten people there, he wanted twelve.
If I had twelve people, he wanted twenty.
He wanted forty.
If I finished one task three days early, he insisted we could have finished it two days earlier.
He was relentless.
He would want me to work inside of walls that weren’t even there yet. I could show him a photo of the wall “not there” and he wouldn’t even acknowledge it was a photo of his job.
When asked to walk the job together, he would never come with me.
He would never allow me to speak alone with him because I am “the most dishonest person” he has ever met and he needed a witness to all of my conversations.
This is easily the most difficult person I have ever had to deal with in my life…and now that project is completed and he has moved on to torment others.
But I have decided to keep this little battle going on a little while longer.
I am going to spend every November of my life, finding out which construction project he is supervising. That way, in December…
I can send him a Christmas Card wishing him the “best.”
The thought of him tearing up my card and throwing it the trash is an image that would bring joy to my heart.