A friend invited me back to visit my former workplace.

THAT workplace.

I saw a lot of people there that remembered me and were glad to see me.

The only manager left from when I worked there (the rest had ‘gone’) said “It cost us a million and a half dollars after you left.”

I said “It’s too bad I couldn’t have gotten that million.”

“And,” he said, “It took four people to replace you.”

It was nice of him to say that. He didn’t have to. It was true. I knew it was going to cost them when I left. But that’s why I left–they weren’t listening to me about what needed to be done.

They had to find out the hard way.

But it was nice of him to tell me that. He didn’t gain anything by telling me.

Three years later, and I can walk the halls like a celebrity. A celebrity for being as good as I was. A good worker.

A celebrity because people remember me. And a celebrity because even the people who were hired to replace me heard so much about me that they are excited to meet me personally.

Makes me think about what a former friend said when I was sad that I had to quit:
“Don’t kid yourself. They forget about you as soon as the door shuts.”

Not me. ‘Cause I really am that good.