He was also the type of guy who when he had to make his point, would make sure everyone knew his point. It was as if he was scolding or belittling. Now I know what wasn't his intent, but that was the outcome. He was just trying to toot his own horn about what was the right thing to do. He was beating his chest, not in arrogance, but in just doing the right thing. It wasn't wrong, just different than what I do.
Well the dude was sick, but I didn't really know how sick. Enough were he was missing time from work more and more. Turns out he was dying, but no one really knew. However when he returned to work, he was still trying to be "king" and our personalities clashed.
Finally after about 6 months of this, I decided to end it. I mean it was pointless to bicker. I asked him out to lunch, and we talked. I pretty much explained my position, and he understood. He explained his, and I understood. We actually got along great after that. I didn't step on his toes, and he didn't make me out to be some short cut taker.
He went back in to the hospital about a month later...never came back to work; then died soon after.
I felt good that at least I made amends with him. I didn't want the tension to be the last thing we ever had. I often think, does it really matter to be at peace with someone or not? Well it's purely selfish of me to want that I believe. Yes it is for the greater good, and I understand that, but does it really matter? Well I feel good about it, because I believe I would choose to feel guilty had I not made amends. I'm not sure why I would choose that, other than I know me. Now why I choose guilt and to do the right thing...that's something I am forever trying to figure out.