Yes. I am petty that way. Case in point, Anne Vandermeyer, trophy wife to reknowned science fiction author Jeff Vandermeyer, became head editor of Weird Tales magazine purely through her husband's name several years ago. That magazine is one of the oldest still in print. It's where the likes of my idols like Lovecraft and Howard made their names. I sent her one of my best stories, knowing full well the odds of it being printed were slim to nill.
A year passed. Then another. I sent several letters asking the status of the story, as the magazine stipulated simultaneous submissions were not allowed. She was essentially holding it hostage. Finally, she snapped back a nasty letter that the story was rejected because I wouldn't leave here alone, and I should've known I was welcome to submit it elsewhere in the meantime.
Apparently she'd changed the submission contract in the interim, not realizing that the date the work is initially submitted means the previous contract (the higher paying one) is the one both of us were legally required to abide by.
She then blacklisted me when I pointed this out.
Weird Tales Magazine was run into the ground by that woman. It was bought out by another publishing house several months ago. Anne was fired for her incompetence.
I have never laughed so hard in my life. I think I lost consciousness for a while there.