I celebrated that day that psychopath left.
When I say psychopath, I mean my immediate boss.
He had been working here for a long long time. So long, it felt like he is was unmovable. But, just suddenly, we get the message;
“He had to return home. He has resigned. He is not coming back.”
Deleivered with an expression of sorrow.
“We only hope that he is ok. It would be nice if everyone could send a message of regards to know that we are all thinking about him.”
The appearance of sincerity is with me at that point.
It remained until I reached my room and then shut the door.
Remember when your team wins the Champions League. I jump up and down in the air like a crazy person. This was that moment of elation. I have to get that emotion out of my system.
Some might say; that I should show more compassion. However, I’d seen a side of him that not many others had seen. A very scary side. So scary, it left me thinking,
“You need help.”
I don’t know why he left. I don’t want to speculate. Did his sins catch up with him? Or was it part of a self redemption? Was it of his own choosing?
Whatever the case, he is gone and I’ll move on.
I can't help thinking of that nightmare I had last night. The one where he returned.
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