Did not know what to say, my hands shook whilst trying to sign my name to terminate the an employee who I saw as my second half. My hatchet man. My shooter.
I warned him time and time again about numerous infractions that reflected terribly on his decision making process. He was my ride till die partner, my close my eyes and walk into a gun fight with my eyes blind folded and hands tied behind my back.
He never listened, his level of ego, his level of pride and island mentality superseded his ability to listen to words of advise. For his betterment, not others.
He had so much potential, but, thought he knew everything and no one can tell him otherwise.
I could not fight the inevitable.
I signed.
Swift, one motion, and that was the end of a friendship, a business relationship and my ride till die partner.
I realized one thing about myself.
I can love you immensely with my all and that very thin line just aim your jugular as soon as their is any embarrassment.
Draconian? yes.
Hitler-isk? yes.
Extremist? yes.
But, enough is enough.
You got to learn one way or the other.
Either you get with the program or better said, my program or get out.
Good bye my friend.
Be good.
Ride till die....
S. Singh... Journals of an INTJ
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