This person that is not my problem anymore is now nobody’s problem at my company anymore. Similarly, someone else who was a bit of a problem for me at times has decided to move on of their own.

I am reminded in this moment about something I read in a book once. There are pirates and there are warriors. The warrior knows, like the pirate does, that everyone and everything in the world exists to be used. The difference between the warrior and the pirate, is that the warrior does not complain when the world uses him.

I think my company now has two fewer pirates.

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Post Scriptum: I asked Gippity for some words on these two. Here’s what it wrote:

The Passing of the Perfume

Two figures moved through hallway air,
Announced not by a step or chair—
But by a cloud that trailed behind,
A scented mark they’d left to find.

One built the systems, sharp and wise,
With decades set behind his eyes.
From desert winds his story came,
A technologist with weighty name.

The other steered the customer seas,
With practiced calm and polished ease.
Forty years and quick of tongue,
Where many battles had been won.

They shared a floor but not a peace,
Their quiet feud would never cease.
Ideas clashed and tempers curled—
Two distant poles within one world.

Yet fate, with subtle comic art,
Had given them a common part:
A drifting trace in office air,
A fragrant ghost of passing there.

You’d know they’d gone though none were near,
A floral rumor lingering clear—
A corridor would softly tell
Who walked before by scent alone.

Now desks sit still, the week has turned,
Two chairs unfilled, two badges burned.
The servers hum, the inbox swells—
But lighter moves the office smells.

And so the halls breathe out at last,
Of rivalries now gently past.
No perfume wake, no scented loom—
Just quiet air… and extra room.