There's one demographic in my life more pervasive than ex-girlfriends. Three of the last six weekends, I socialized with an ex-boss. Tonight, I see a fourth ex-boss. Yet another ex-boss is talking with my neighbor Percy about buying his house. I'm crawlin' with 'em.
I'm not sure how this happened. If I were any kind of worker, I might better understand their lasting affection, but I'm a truly ghastly employee. Yeah, I'm nominally competent, but I whine nonstop, I stoke team paranoia, and it's downright laborious to get me to do my job. I've entertained the idea of having a "boss party," but then I imagined Terrell raising her hand and conducting a poll: "Who here never got a lick of work out of John?"
Shudder.
Last week, my current boss, Jo, asked what I was doing Saturday night. I was going out to dinner with an ex-boss. Jo was hurt and frustrated not to be in the club. "When's it gonna be my turn, John?"