dressed down….Posted: November 14, 2012
At twenty-two or so, I was running the operations staff of eight people. They were all older than I was and I certainly made every mistake possible trying to manage that grumpy unhappy lot. Each morning I would present a summary of the previous day and night to my boss Fred W. Fred was ex-military, a huge guy both tall and wide. I don’t know if he was a captain or private but his highs were ice swept mountain peaks, and his lows were… well they were low.
One morning I charged into his office, “Fred, we have a problem”….
He looks me up and down. He had this way of saying “Jesus Christ” in a manner that used about seven syllables and lasted ten seconds. By the time he was into “Je e e e”, I thought “Uh oh….”
What the bleep do you think you are doing charging in here? No Hello! No bleep good morning Fred, how was your bleeping evening? Jee ee eee ss uuu ssss H Cree ii sssst. Can’t you even run this bleep bleep bleep shop for one bleep bleep night? I outta bleep bleep fire your bleep right now.”
It continued for what seemed like days. I thought, I’m dead. I’ll lose my car, my apartment, someone will find my body in the street. Sheer terror and panic swallowed me. But I was also pissed, and I bit my lip ( it really works ) to keep from showing my mortification, and just stood there calmly. After what was only a few minutes he stopped. Looked me up and down, laughed while declaring “God Damn, nothing fazes you, what’s up?”
Moral: Never, ever forget to say good morning.