I don’t often engage in schadenfreude. I try to be as magnanimous and understanding as possible. However, there are few moments in life as sweet as what I experienced yesterday. Without divulging too much detail, I was involved in a work retreat, and while the usual kudos and discussion were underway, there was a point in the agenda where the people I work for get their chance to give feedback on what we could be doing better.
In the past, I had been on the receiving end of criticism, because I spearheaded rather unpopular initiatives, trading traditional methods for new technologically advanced ones. People are resistant to change, and I get that. I do my best to not take it personally, realizing that everyone sees things differently. This time around, I was on receiving end of much praise, having busted my tail to accomplish a rather herculean task in a short amount of time.
The person who was singled out for criticism, and rightly so, is someone who also has taken much pleasure and satisfaction with making my life miserable. While at first, the person attempted to deflect the critique, citing forces beyond their control, our group wasn’t buying it. It seemed pretty clear that they had about had it with this person and it was time to let it all out. At one point, the person attempted to talk over the criticism, but was interrupted by a very irritated and high ranking person in the group.
It was about as close to a verbal smack down as one could get. As I made eye contact with my other colleagues who have also had their run-ins with this person, we had a moment of silent victory among us. The bully got told, and we were vindicated, if only for a moment.