So I had a city editor who took immense joy in making the people she didn't like miserable through scolding and bullying. This was in the Lean Dean MediaNews days and this one was one of the preferred people in the chain because she cozied up to him and his cohorts when she worked in Colorado, so really a protected one who could get away with anything and, when she wanted to move closer to her parents, was transferred to the closest paper in the chain.
Right off the bat she, who kinda resembled the little nerdy chickenhawk in the Looney Tunes cartoons, took on an immense dislike of a kid we hired right out of college a few months earlier, telling him she wouldn't have even hired him to work in the mailroom. When he wasn't being screamed at over the phone for something he had done wrong (at one point nearly bringing the guy to tears), it was in email. He finally found an escape hatch and left for a communications job at a non-profit up the road.
And so it went. There always needed to be someone to put in the doghouse and scold. Next was the newly hired education reporter. Then after he was run off it was my turn until I was let go. For six months, I feared opening my email and seeing what vitriolic and belligerent message awaited. She figured out what tasks I didn't like doing at this job and they soon became by responsibilities in addition to my beat -- weekends, early mornings, video shooting and editing. I still remember the day I was fired because I consider it a day of celebration -- November 16 -- for I was truly more relieved to be rid of this person than worried about what my future held. I'd find out within a year that it was nothing personal because the person brought in to replace me endured a similar fate.
Fast forward nine years and, coincidentally, I'm at my day job on my birthday. By this point I have been freelancing for three years and the editors have mostly been pleased with the work I've been producing. I don't live in fear of emails, phone calls or text messages anymore. Around noon, I get a text message from a Pennsylvania number that I don't recognize.
"Did you know that (our former editor) was fired?"
I replied "Umm, who is this?"
It was the original guy that she had been managing through vendetta. The paper she was working for was bought out by Gannett and she could see the writing on the wall and started sending out resumes, one of which arrived at the non-profit my old coworker landed at. Since he was high up in the communications department at that point, it landed on his desk. We shared a nice exchange for a few minutes commiserating about that time in our lives and how it all turned out okay for both of us -- and also how it wasn't turning out okay for her.