Sorry for missing last week folks. BOTH, yes both, of my computers died.
I thought I’d take a break from stories about me being chased by wildlife and tell another story about my not so wonderful tech, “Rock Star.”
Rock Star only lasted a month, but in that short time, he gave me quite a bit of material. I’ve told a few driving stories, but none about him. He was one of the worst.
On a particularly long day of work, he was driving toward me in a government truck and going so fast the truck caught air over small bumps in the road. When he slid to a stop next to me, I warned him to drive slowly and stay on the right side of the road, especially around blind corners.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry,” was the response I got.
Five days later, I got a call at home from my boss. One of my crew members had an altercation with Josephine Public on the same day I had warned Rock Star. My crew member almost drove her off the side of the road and didn’t stop. Josephine Public chased down my crew member, demanding an apology. Surprisingly *cough* my crew member wouldn’t apologize. He said she was at fault. So she wrote his license plate number down and reported him. Hence the phone call I received.
Hence, the firing of “Rock Star.”
