Exactly 1 week out now and I've finally got around to dealing with my dirty laundry.
God willing, this particular problem will never be an issue for you.
You get a brilliant new job with the power and position and resources to do whatever you want (within reason), you leave on good terms and with the right.... inducements and then settle down for a nice couple of months living off the grid. Incognito, keeping your nose clean and staying out of trouble. Living cheap and doing all the things you never had time for when you were employed. All the books you could have read... the things you could learn, the musical delights you could enjoy... The hours you could put in in the gym that you feel that you owed yourself for so long.
Gardening Leave. Its not all its supposed to be, but its alright.
And then you get the letters. So pathetic, so impotent but to begin with, such a fright. Who ever made such a fuss over me before?
Cease. Desist. Injunction. All these new words.
Return of information. Theft. All kinds of other abstract concepts.
Its been shown before time and again that it is impossible to steal information - you certainly can't return it. Or destroy it. Or unlearn it.
But if in rage, someone thinks that you can, its hard not enjoy some sport with them for it.
Like any good reader of Sun Tzu will tell you, if your enemy is temperamental, seek to irritate him.
Well, that's about the easiest thing that could be done in this scenario - you haven't met my old boss.
And I do love a good rant, particularly to an opponent that is confused, in disarray and unfocused.
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