Returning to work, I am exhausted most days. Maybe it’s the medication finally working, maybe the burst of oxytocin from nursing/nesting/loving up on my newly completed family, but I have no room in my heart for negativity. So when my mortal enemy at work decides to speak to me in a kind way, I find myself simply being polite back rather than stonewalling with silence as I’d normally do.
I don’t like this person. I never have and I never will. I will not ever forget the times she’s tried to get me fired. Still, I’m in a position where I don’t want to actively engage in toxic behavior, simply because I’m too tired to keep at it very long.
So, in a sense, there is peace. Well, until she does something to piss me off again. Then we’re right back to where we started. But for now, it’s nice and I’m not unhappy about it.