Gertrude's Departure
The Kennel has gone into disaster mode. Coupled with a pending move and the New York City Transit strike things are in complete disarray.
Gertrude is gone; she's no longer in the office. She announced that she will not come to work during the strike and has left. She is off on an Amtrak to the south and I highly doubt I'll see her again. Yes, she was my boss -- but to be honest she has done so little the last two months that very little will change. She did leave a scorning departure memo -- I have included parts of it below.
You will never have staff that will be able to comprehend the ins and outs of organizing women in protest to the misogynistic community that is Manhattan. Please do not even attempt to advance the causes of these women ever again.
and --
I believe in America, this is a remarkable country. There are few people that have made this place better -- hopefully we will be judged kindly.
Her final statement was:
I have provided remarkable leadership for you amongst seniors -- godspeed.
However, her departure does not mean that we don't have things to blog about. The Rocket brought her dog to work the other day. It's a tiny dog that is much better behaved then the Bossman's dogs. Her dog hasn't taken a shit in the middle of the Kennel. Well Rocket commented about how her dog doesn't really get along with men that well. Gertrude declared "With Good Reason!"
The Collar is incredibly happy that Gertrude is no longer in the office. The two of them get along about as well as Hugo Chavez and George Bush. They hadn't said a word to each other in the 7 months they overlapped at the Kennel. He arrived at work today around 12:45 (he took yesterday off) and stood in front of her office bowed his head and said "I was hoping beyond hope that my princess would be here this morning." He then proceeded to salute her empty office.
He also predicted that she will last a maximum of 8 months at her new job.
We did go out to some awful restaurant for our office "holiday" outing. The collar didn't come with us. Gertrude was painful to be with -- I'd rather sit through an endless loop of Brokeback Mountain. You know those people who just suck life out every little thing -- she took on one of those personalities, chemically unable to enjoy herself. She also got very upset at me when I asked not to have anchovies in my Caesar Salad, "It's not a Caesar salad with out anchovies."
We did out "secret santa" giveaways (I got two books, and gave Rocket a blender) and somebody gave Gertrude a nice little book about Women Travel. You'd think it would be something she would have liked. Her response to the present was "oh, at least it's something I haven't read yet." Arguably, these were very kind words. When we were leaving, she abruptly stood up and left, a couple of people were in the bathroom, somebody else was on their cell phone and she, without saying goodbye, just strolled out of the restaurant.
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One quick note -- one of our high school interns is named Winston. Voodoo refuses to call him Winston and will only call him David. She said she had an old boyfriend named Winston and can't bring herself ever to say that name again.
Gertrude is gone; she's no longer in the office. She announced that she will not come to work during the strike and has left. She is off on an Amtrak to the south and I highly doubt I'll see her again. Yes, she was my boss -- but to be honest she has done so little the last two months that very little will change. She did leave a scorning departure memo -- I have included parts of it below.
You will never have staff that will be able to comprehend the ins and outs of organizing women in protest to the misogynistic community that is Manhattan. Please do not even attempt to advance the causes of these women ever again.
and --
I believe in America, this is a remarkable country. There are few people that have made this place better -- hopefully we will be judged kindly.
Her final statement was:
I have provided remarkable leadership for you amongst seniors -- godspeed.
However, her departure does not mean that we don't have things to blog about. The Rocket brought her dog to work the other day. It's a tiny dog that is much better behaved then the Bossman's dogs. Her dog hasn't taken a shit in the middle of the Kennel. Well Rocket commented about how her dog doesn't really get along with men that well. Gertrude declared "With Good Reason!"
The Collar is incredibly happy that Gertrude is no longer in the office. The two of them get along about as well as Hugo Chavez and George Bush. They hadn't said a word to each other in the 7 months they overlapped at the Kennel. He arrived at work today around 12:45 (he took yesterday off) and stood in front of her office bowed his head and said "I was hoping beyond hope that my princess would be here this morning." He then proceeded to salute her empty office.
He also predicted that she will last a maximum of 8 months at her new job.
We did go out to some awful restaurant for our office "holiday" outing. The collar didn't come with us. Gertrude was painful to be with -- I'd rather sit through an endless loop of Brokeback Mountain. You know those people who just suck life out every little thing -- she took on one of those personalities, chemically unable to enjoy herself. She also got very upset at me when I asked not to have anchovies in my Caesar Salad, "It's not a Caesar salad with out anchovies."
We did out "secret santa" giveaways (I got two books, and gave Rocket a blender) and somebody gave Gertrude a nice little book about Women Travel. You'd think it would be something she would have liked. Her response to the present was "oh, at least it's something I haven't read yet." Arguably, these were very kind words. When we were leaving, she abruptly stood up and left, a couple of people were in the bathroom, somebody else was on their cell phone and she, without saying goodbye, just strolled out of the restaurant.
***********
One quick note -- one of our high school interns is named Winston. Voodoo refuses to call him Winston and will only call him David. She said she had an old boyfriend named Winston and can't bring herself ever to say that name again.
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