In a much earlier thread about the Boss from Hell, I described what now seems like the most stressful work environment I've ever experienced.
After writing that thread, I emailed my boss from 20+ years ago (he was the nice guy, not the bitch), and asked him to give me a phone call to just talk about old times, if he was up to doing so.
Well, he called today, and we talked for nearly two hours--about photography, about the old days at his studio, about his now ex-wife, and everything else.
Here's what really hit me, after all we'd talked about: I don't know how many marriages he's been through. He may be on his second, or third.
But his bitch of an ex-wife is now on her fourth.
And her brother is now on his fifth marriage.
Just how big a cluebat do you need to hit someone with to make him or her realize that: a) he or she could probably achieved the same goals at a Super 8; b) fidelity isn't exactly in that person's DNA, and; c) he or she isn't really liked by what I would call "normal people?"
One of the funniest moments in my talk with my ex-boss was when he asked me what number marriage I was on.
I said, "what?"
He said," second, third?"
I said, "no, #1. Last June was 29 years of marriage, and 38 years since I met my wife."
I guess some people trade marriages the way kids trade baseball cards.
