I got accosted today while enjoying my PSL (it's clearly fall, everyone) by some asshole who apparently got mistreated by me in the name of work. Long story short, she asked if I 'grew up wanting to be a heinous cow who could feel okay with myself for ignoring good, innocent people, or if it happened by accident.'
Very early in my career in Vegas, I worked at this club where the owner really liked being the boss. I was a baby, so I didn't question much, but he was always quick with the explanations as to how the world was much harder outside of the club, and that we'd never make it out there so it was okay if we didn't get paid much. I'm a pretty spiteful bitch, though, and did manage to leave. It took some time, but I eventually figured my shit out and the rest happened pretty quickly. Years down the road, when I was a business owner myself, I bought that club in a foreclosure and sent him a 'thank you' note (spite, remember?).
All of this to say, yeah. Basically, I
did grow up wanting to be a heinous cow who could feel okay with myself for ignoring good, innocent people.
Tell me your spite stories. I'm feeling spiteful. (And warm, compliments of the PSL.)