My former boss, who is a friend, came by the other day for some afternoon beverages on the Stretchengeti. He told me I was “Unmanageable”…he added…I was relentless, intense, and would “just” not let up on matters I believe to be true. He also added that I would not tell anyone what I think it is they they want to hear. He also said that I research my arguments. Then, the Juju Woman got into the game. Don’t get me wrong, we’re friends, but he expected me to cower under his management. He realized that was not going to happen, so he passed me off to someone else. That “someone else” liked to talk about women like they were a piece of meat. I absolutely detest that. I got his (someone else) ass fired, after I challenged him to a bare knuckled fist and foot fight in the parking lot. I’m not a large guy, but I would’ve kicked his ass. I might be small, but I’m fast. You can’t block what you can’t see. I “so” wanted him to take me up on my offer. He was a foot taller than me, but chose not to. Probably a good decision, because I was already thinking…nose or knee?
Well…right, wrong, or indifferent, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.