During lunch, she began complaining about my former co-workers, and I began to remembering why I hadn’t missed her.

She was a horrible person to work with.  And I had to kiss her butt daily in order to avoid the wrath of her self righteousness.  And, if I didn’t, she would complain about me to my manager.  So, rather than confront her, I played the peace keeper and hoped that she would just leave me alone.

When she announced that she was retiring, she told me that I would miss her.  And she was right.  I missed her about as much as I missed a boil on my butt.   In short, I rejoiced when she retired.