Might Be Break Time
Back in 1991 I worked with the best boss I ever had. We were in Baltimore on a fast-paced job that was like a little war each day. We dealt with ironworkers, boilermakers, operators, engineers. It was a frenzy every day, and was a hell of a lot of fun. In the middle of all that - after a long stretch of 60 hour weeks, my boss was heading to vacation. That day, all hell hit the fan, and I drive to BWI to get him to sign some papers just minutes before his flight was set to leave. I found him in the bar where he was having a beer or ten. I immediately started telling him about the problems of the day, and he couldn’t have possibly cared less. This was a guy who busted his ass and handled every detail. Now he was completely out of touch. “I’m on vacation,” he said. “I don’t give a flying…. I just stood there. “You gotta know when to take a break,” he said. “I’m on break.” I might need one now. I didn’t know it was memorial day weekend! Kathy was talking about the weather and the best day ...