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Timeline/World: Edge of Forever – Gifted Ones
Characters: Gréagóir Mac Naoimhín
Race: Halfling – Angel (felled) / Demon (risen)
Age: 34
Current residence: Los Angeles, California
Final Word Count: 732 words
It’s always something when a colleague—the few people I keep in touch with often enough so that the curse can’t take hold—claims to know me better than I know myself. I had a bit of a yelling match with a colleague just a few days ago and it still makes me shake my head when I think about it. Not that I yelled, not really, but I gave him such a stink-eye that he was very much tail-tucked-between-his-legs when I was done with him.
Most of the people I work with—though I mostly work by myself, in a way—are contacts that are usually overseas or across the continent. I keep in touch with these people either through email, phone calls or video calls though I’m not a fan of the latter. It is, however, through the latter that I had my discussion with the one guy in question who somehow really did think that he knew me better than I knew myself and I still can’t help but roll my eyes at the idiocy of it all.
To be able to keep the business successful, I do need to make sure that these people do remember me and that means that I have to make up excuses to get in touch with some of them once three or four times a year just to make sure the curse doesn’t kick in. It’s not always fun but it is a necessity of life. I wouldn’t want to have to go through the trouble of getting these people to trust me all over again when I’ve been dealing with them for years.
Lucio is rarely fun to deal with. He’s a grumpy arse most of the time and when I told him I was likely not going to be coming back to Europe after my trip to America, he started acting even more like a complete idiot. I let it pass, at first. He could throw his childish little tantrum as he wanted, it didn’t change things. I have more business here in the states than I did back in Ireland, let alone in Italy. Not that I’ve completely dropped my overseas contact, that would have been stupid.
Now, Lucio, about a week ago, got on my case about one particular piece that he thought I should have gotten but didn’t because I didn’t see the point. It hadn’t been worth the effort to try and get it but somehow, he tried to argue his case stating that I just hadn’t known what I’d been doing and that he knew me to be far more competent than I’d acted and well, long story short, he sounded as though he somehow was my boss and that didn’t fly so well with me in the long run.
A contact that I only keep in touch with as a bare little ‘just in case’ telling me to stop pretending that I’m incompetent because I didn’t want to acquire a piece that wasn’t worth it isn’t a good contact to have. I’ve been tempted to stop keeping him up to date on things and I might just have to. It was satisfying to see him look so chastised, though. It was well deserved.
I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t yell. I just quietly got on his case for the way he was acting and the way he thought he knew me better than I knew myself. That was the end of that, and he didn’t even try to contact me a second time once all was said and done. That’s usually something he’s prone to doing. We’ll conclude a meeting about this or that and not even ten minutes after the call will have been over, he’ll be calling me again, claiming that we forgot to discuss that one thing or this other one.
I do get that he’s older than most of my other contacts and that he’s had a long life to live already but it hardly gives him an excuse to behave like my boss, let alone my father—a man I’ve never known. I don’t need someone looking over my shoulder and telling me how I should run my own business because they think they know me better than I know myself. I am not incompetent, I’m just picky about what I pick up and what I leave behind.