There is a hesitant striking together of palms. I’m sure they’re thinking they could have done my job better than I did, and they probably could have. Yes, I could have worked harder, smarter, could have achieved more. But I was there, putting up with all their shit day after day. Now I’m free and they’re left behind to finish all the work I “didn’t have time for.”
I smile, graciously.
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