It must be difficult being Midge.
She’s an old lady bully. Actually she’s probably not as old as she looks. In human years she’s probably early 50s though she looks mid to late 60s. Her hateful heart has aged her and not like a good wine. She’s the bad tasting vinegar that needs to be flushed down the toilet.
Sadly everybody knows a Midge. For you she might be Laura or Lisa or Thelma or Adriana or even Shawanda. For me she’s Midge. A midge is a small two-winged fly that swarms near water or marshy areas where it breeds. How appropriate for the Midge I know.
People warned me not to befriend her, not to trust her, but in that small corner of my brain where I naively believe there’s goodness in everyone I felt the human duty to give her a chance. I assumed kindness would beget kindness. I was wrong.
We worked together a few years ago. When I first got there Midge made it clear she was the office leader. Her boss was the big boss and she embraced the power of the position. There was no questioning Midge. If you didn’t agree with her she would bully you relentlessly until she got her way.
One day she had a loud tick tock crazy fight with Jimmy the personnel manager and decided she hated him with a passion so intense it was scary. From then on he could never do anything right and everything he said she mimicked. She would instant message terrible things about him to anyone who had their instant messenger open. Others in the office were afraid to call her on her bad behavior. It was the “better him than me” attitude.
I tried eating lunch with her a few times but always suffered severe indigestion afterwards. I then tried water cooler small talk but always left the conversation with a dry mouth and a fear of water coolers.
A few days after her fight with Jimmy I saw a crouching Midge, her fat ass looking like a beat up beach ball ready to pop, in the parking lot wandering between cars. That evening when Jimmy went to drive home he found his car antenna bent into a knot.
Jimmy knew she bent his antenna, and when he confronted her she denied it which only made the situation worse. Shortly thereafter Jimmy took a job at another company. And shortly thereafter I was fortunate to find a better job.
I often wonder what makes someone like Midge such a hateful bully.
Her heart is as shriveled as a pitted prune.
Maybe someday she’ll tire of being so hateful and make a spiritual change for the better.
Until that happens… if you ever meet Midge… run the other way!
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