I gave to a manager I never liked. It was back when I was a snob about such things as people who I didn't think were as smart as I (thought I) was.
He didn't meet the minimum education requirements for the position of IS Manager in a hospital in Nashville. A Bachelors degree is not a high bar, particularly in such an environment, but he had failed to cross that threshold.
The Director of IS, Dave, hired him anyway.
I can't help but believe he regretted it later.
But that didn't give me any pleasure.
Once in a meeting, DB was so quick to agree with Dave that Dave said, "wait, we appear to be one opinion short here."
I liked Dave a lot more after that day, and had more respect for him.
And DB got his name: Dave's Bitch.
Everyone on the team adopted the nickname. So we developed a cover story in case it slipped out in front of him - which it periodically did. We said he looked like the actor who played DB Cooper in the movie (Treat Williams). He didn't.
DB left and went back to the renal facility whence he came.
I took my arrogant ass back to Georgia.
Dave kept the faith until he left.
And none of it matters
to anyone
any
more.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
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1 comment:
haha!
"wait, we appear to be one opinion short here."
I can think of or imagine a thousand instances where I would like to use that.
It's mine.
SG, if you're not aware, your self-deprecating and intellectual honesty are very . . . Bukowski-esque.
My highest compliment.
More please.
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