I went to Target today to pick up a few essentials. The parking lot was crowded, as it always is, and I ended parking at the furthest end of the lot. It was a beautiful day, so I certainly didn’t mind getting some extra fresh air. As I was heading to the entrance, I looked passed the cars parked near mine and there it was — my old CEO’s car!
You’re probably thinking, “Who is this girl that she remembers her old boss’s car?” Or maybe you’re saying to yourself, “Cars look the same stupid, how do you know it was his?”
There were certain distinctions to this car that made me know it was his, not to mention, I was about 1/2 a mile from where I used to work. Every day that I pulled into the parking lot at my old job, I dreaded seeing that car. The man made my life miserable. He was a terrible leader, a thoughtless man, a bullsh*t artist and someone who laid me off in literally less than 30 seconds without a care in the world. He certainly wasn’t the “ray of sunshine” I had been hoping to come save our sinking ship. It’s sad that you can be affiliated with such an amazing organization and then people come in and truly ruin that experience for you.
My mind raced as I approached the Target entrance. Would I see him (he was a hard man to miss); did I want to see him; if we did see each other, would it be awkward; would I say hello; would I ignore him; would he ignore me (probably)? Ugh, what would he think of me if he saw me scouring my coupons for toilet paper and Special K cereal? Double ugh, why did I care so much?
Within five minutes, I forgot that he may have even been sharing a shopping experience with me. It wasn’t really a big deal, it was more of a shock moment. But the thought of having to see him, even when I did look presentable and professional, disgusted me. For me, having to face a person who made my life a living hell on a daily basis was really not how I wanted to spend my lofty afternoon!
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