John has accepted a new position elsewhere on my
floor. The “I won’t be
far” meter has started. It is at two. He has said it twice and
it’s not even twenty after eight. I’m going to start hearing him complain
and moan and follow it up with, “But I don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
Without the least bit of awareness that he is basically saying, “I am better
than you now. I don’t have to deal with these little problems anymore.”
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