On doing naughty things… PLUS EDIT

I went to a political function on Thursday evening with a friend of mine.  Had a lovely time chatting up old friends and acquaintances.  Briefly chatted with my former boss—an absolute witch.  

BACKGROUND on Former Boss (FB):  I knew her and was friendly with her prior to working for her.  Let me tell you—night and day.  I am a grown up.  A professional.  A lady, according to my mother.  This woman would walk in the door in a vile mood–the look in her eyes was enough to send shivers down my spine—and just start yelling.  I was yelled at for everyone else’s misdeeds.  I wasn’t their supervisor, nor in a position to see or be aware of what they were or were not doing, but she chose to yell at me just because.  On the ocassions when I stood up for myself, she got in my face with clenched teeth and told me to "watch my mouth".  She liked to "write up" people, so I told her if she wanted to "write me up" have at it because I would like to document what just happened….  I learned plenty from her, but I also suffered mightily.  When my current positioned was handed to me on a silver platter I wasted no time in leaving her.  I made sure everything was done properly–I paved my bridge in gold instead of burning it.

That is until Thursday night.  Made nice nice with FB and chatted briefly.  On my way out of the function, I commented to my friend, "OH, there’s her car"….and he smacked his name tag (sticker) on her license plate.  I giggled and did the same and we both had belly laughs about her seeing our names on her car.  And with that we forgot about it.

Forgot about it until yesterday when I got the nasty email from her.  Apparently she was leaving a fundraiser and was stopped by the police for having an obstructed license plate.  She never ever saw the stickers.  Don’t know how she missed them–they were plain as day.  Anyway, she sent me an ugly email and I sucked it up and emailed her a very "heartfelt" apology.  Haven’t heard a peep from her.  Now the irony of this is that she only mentioned me in her nasty-gram, not my friend—who also happens to be someone close to her.  He’s the fair-haired child and I am the devil incarnate, apparently.

I told my mother about how it all played out.  Now you have to understand–telling her was huge.  My mother is queen of doing the right thing, act like a lady, behave, blah, blah, blah….  So when my mother LAUGHED and said that FB got was she DESERVED for how she treated me, the weight of the world suddenly lifted from my shoulders.  WHEW!!  I don’t feel so badly after all.  Bless my Mama!!!

Now I have to see FB at 2 political functions this week….ain’t life gonna be grand….I still have the nervous giggles over it. 

I think I like being naughty.

EDIT:  got a phone call from someone that works with FB.  Seems that FB LIED about the police stopping her.  LIED.  We now have her documented on several HUGE lies.  Nice, this is your government at work.  Big surprise?  Nah, didn’t think so.