The other day, in a fit of sheer, synapse-frying boredom, I decided to check out the website of the public library where I used to work. Lo and behold, what should my astonished eyeballs gaze upon but a job posting! The director with whom I battled on an almost daily basis was leaving!
Now, I’m not particularly proud of what I’m about to say, but there’s no sense sugar-coating things: my first emotion upon ascertaining my former nemesis’ departure was a dark, unholy surge of malicious glee. “O dear god,” I thought, “please tell me she got fired.” I spent a joyous hour envisioning various vile tableaus and scenarios in which that miserable, micromanaging bitch would have been shitcanned. Heavy, sneering chuckles abounded as I imagined a mass revolt of fed-up employees quitting and walking out the door in protest as I had done, followed by a terse, closed-door session with the library board in which they would informed her that, yeah, it’s just not working out.
“You can’t do this to me!” she’d shriek. “Don’t you know who I am?” Then she’d hiss like a Komodo Dragon and slash at them with razor-sharp talons before storming out into the library proper and tearing down shelves of books while howling like a banshee. Then, of course, the cops would be called and, after trying and failing miserably to calm down her insensate rage, would have no choice but to break out the Tasers and zap her with fifty thousand volts, reducing her to a quivering mass of semi-sentient jello, blubbering and cursing to herself on the floor as her baleful eyes rolled wildly to and fro in her head.
And then, of course, someone would pour water on her and she’d melt, just like the Wicked Witch of the West.
Yeah, that was a fun little hour while it lasted. Unfortunately, after sending a clandestine email to a former coworker at the library, I found out that the director is not, in fact, getting fired, but instead resigning to spend more time at home with her new baby. So, not only is that vile woman not getting what she so richly deserves, but she has also passed on her squalid DNA to another generation!
Life is unfair.