I knew it was coming, and I’m not thrilled about it. An industry gathering occurs later today, and the rat will be there.
I’d sit at the opposite end of the table, but the table’s not going to be big enough.
I’d find another part of the room to mingle in, but the group setting will be somewhat small.
So I’ll do what I always do – smile and get through it. And when he blathers on about himself and his life and his other favorite topic, him, I’ll silently think about how glorious the past two months have been since he left. And when someone catches a whimsical look on my face they may suspect I’m day-dreaming but really I’ll be thinking this:
And with that, I’m off. Prayers accepted!
Question: Have you ever jettisoned a rat from your life only to have them re-appear? How did you deal with it? Please share!