Class of 2005

Day 29. 68 pages, 33,083 words.

Yesterday, I lost a good boss.

This is not to say my other bosses are bad. I have way too many bosses, most of whom will inevitably find their way to this blog post, to create any kind of contrast here. But the reason I have so many bosses is that they all have slightly different boss-roles, and Wendy’s left some big ol’ boots to fill in at least one of these roles.

What can I say? She was a boss who had done the work, not only right up to her shift into management, but then throughout her time in management as well. She knew what was happening and she knew when to back off and let her minions do their stuff. She knew when the bureaucracy was pointless and getting in the way of progress, and when it was a necessary evil that had to be put back to sleep for another month by heroic sacrifice.

A boss who knows how to manage is a gift. A boss who knows how to stop is a blessing.

Wendy and I started on the same day, back when the company was a different company altogether, and not just in name. 2005, imagine that. I started my life as an office monkey and – quite by chance – started writing this blog at the very same time. And Wendy was right there, brightening up the place with positive vibes and … I want to say virility, for the sheer in-joke value. Despite the confusion it will cause almost everyone.

Many projects, many role-changes and many after-hours drinking-and-bullshit sessions under the eponymous bridge since then. The work’s been fine, for the most part. It’s not the important thing, though. It’s just, like, a place you go to earn your arbitrary society-points, man. The important thing … the important thing … is that we won’t run into each other at the office anymore, or on the communicator. That’s worth mourning, just a little. But the rest? Screw that. If I stopped hanging out with everyone who stopped working at my workplace, I basically wouldn’t hang out with hardly anyone at all.

So, yeah. I lost a good boss and that’s sad. I haven’t lost a friend of almost ten years, though. Because that’s never going to happen. You can take the bride out of the Lionbride, but … I don’t know, something something, loses a lot in translation.

So long, Wendy.

Bye, Wendy (October 2014)

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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2 Responses to Class of 2005

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    Damn, hang in there man. This reminds me of a guy from my workplace, we were totally talking Dr. Who together and were totally going to hang out, our 2 families that is, but…timing. You know how it is. Or maybe you don’t. Never got around to it, is what I’m saying.

    Then I saw something suspicious while he was on vacation, and told him about it. Turned out to be what we thought it was, he was getting replaced by a mindless automaton. Or actually outsourced, but same thing, right? Seems that way so far, to me.

    Anyway, I basically gave him 5 weeks of warning when the company was going to give him 1 (assuming they notified him on the same schedule despite my meddling). And, I got a phone call about 3 weeks after he left. From him, at his new workplace.

    He called me just to tell me: Thanks. He had a new job, and it was one he interviewed at first after I gave him my suspicions and told him what I saw. He basically said, thanks to me, he’s doing all right. Getting fired suddenly didn’t destroy him as it does so many in this country.

    So. I don’t know what the point was of that, but there you go.

    • stchucky says:

      That was a good deed, most certainly. Well played and well done. There’s just so little giving of fucks in business right now, by employers towards employees. There’s a bigger and bigger employee pool and an apparently finite amount of outmoded physical wealth, I guess.

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