Jealous much...

A guy I used to work with just had his novel published. I feel a strange sense of jealousy. It's not that I feel I should have a novel published. I don't even like reading novels that much, let alone have any desire to write one. And it's not that I don't think this guy is deserving of literary success, from what I can tell he's worked damn hard on his literary career in the approx. 8 years since I worked with him. I think it's that this guy was goddamn dodgy... He was pretty open about his cheating on his girlfriend (with us anyway, definitely not with her!), the obvious pash rash on female work colleagues and calling in sick to me and telling me that "he was still drunk"... The guy even writes under his new name... nah well. At least it's got me back on here thinking maybe I should do some more writing...