I have a bad habit of holding grudges. Those who know me well, know this little “quirk” about me. Even after I’ve forgotten why I’m pissed at you, I’ll still hold something against you. Even after the sale by date of a grudge has expired – or should, anyway – I’m still scowling behind your back. It’s a bad habit, like I said. I take no pleasure in it. The other day, earlier this past week, I was assigned to supervisor a group of workers – the cleaners – because I’ve had experience in the matter. Cool. Whatever. I can do this. But because she didn’t want more work on her back, I did a “favor” for the person who got me the job…