Little Differences and Priorities

In January of 07, the entire staff were invited to go to an all inclusive resort in NY, on the company’s dime for the weekend. I made reservations at the hotel, and told everyone that I would be sending out a note about travel arrangement options. Before I had the chance everyone, including John, sent me their plans for getting there. A week before we were to go, John was concerned that he never got a list of travel options. We all departed on Friday at varying times of the day, and most of us had reservations through Sunday night.

I had been sick for days, but as a dedicated worker bee I kept going to work (company policy was that you were not allowed to take any time off for the first 6 months of employment) and almost decided not to go to the resort.
I took my friend Suzanne with me, we drove up and stopped in NYC to have dinner before proceeding to the resort. When we arrived and settled in we went downstairs to look around and see if we could find other staff members. We ran into John and his wife, I whispered to Suzanne that this was one of my bosses. Before anyone could say “Hi” or greet one another John had to get what truly mattered to him off his chest:

No one is checking the mail for the office, He said. We really need to make arrangements in the future if we wont be in there to check the mail.

I just stared at him, and introduced my friend to his wife and then to him. My friend Suzanne told me as we walked away: I could never work for him, he’s crazy.

When Suzanne and I ran into Jim and his wife it was much more pleasant. Jim and his wife both got up, crossed a room and introduced themselves to Suzanne before I could even open my mouth. They then asked me how our drive was and finally how I was feeling.

Every person on the trip asked how I was feeling when the first ran into us, except John.

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