I talk about my boss alot in this blog, don't I? I like my boss...I hate my boss... but I like him...weird. He's off on vacation to Vegas this week so I get to be him. Before he left he briefed me on the "important" things that I would have to address while he was gone. I told him that to truly "be him" I would have to wander around the building, never take a phone call, and when someone comes to me with a problem I have to answer "Wow...you've got a problem..." as he always does. He told me to "shut the hell up."
He once told me that I was the only person here at this agency that he could see taking his place when he retires. That's very flattering. But, if I'm still working here by the time he retires then, please god, someone come here and shoot me. My three year plan does NOT include continuing to work here.
So, back to my boss...
He goes to Vegas about four times each year. He's an old, single guy with no family so that's what he spends his money on. He plays nickel slots and, oddly enough, he wins. He always comes back with about $200 more than he left with. And he always brings me a souvenir. Last time he went I got the nifty plastic pen from his hotel room. Yeah, he's cheap too.
But here's another thing about him. I already told you earlier how he once slipped me a wad of dough to pay my bills with no strings attached. Well, a few years ago, there was a man who worked here who was diagnosed with cancer. It was terminal. This guy was a great guy too. Everyone loved him. In his last couple of years, he was pretty sick but my boss made sure that he got out, did things, ate, and just didn't wallow in his illness. He took him to Vegas three times - paid for everything and made all the arrangements. The last time they went he needed a lot of stuff set up ahead of time. My boss had second thoughts about taking him but he said he knew he would never get back there and this would be his last time. He was right. He got really, really sick while they were there and had to be airlifted by medical transport back to Wisconsin where he died. My boss paid for all of that. No questions asked. No expectations on his family to reimburse him. So, yeah, he's a great guy.
I still hate him...but like him too. Haha!! Now that I think of it though, I may be able to fill in for him for a week or two while he's on vacation but I don't think I could ever really fill his shoes.
4 comments:
dang, you need to tell him you know this great woman down in mississippi and he needs to retire down here :) i'm thinking about getting a man for when i get old :) :)
Haha! When he retires I'll point him South and send him your way. :)
It must help with the like-hate thing to have him go away several times a year!
A single, generous man - not too many of them about.
Okay, I'll catch up with the rest of what you say about him before saying something stupid.
Ah, he's not so bad. The love/hate thing is mutual and, you know, in that "it's fun to pick on each other" kind of way. But, I'll still send him south if you want him! LOL
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