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You Are So Busted, I must fire you, but where did you go? PART ONE
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This is another one of the, “Gloria” stories, do you recollect Gloria my secretary at Disneyland? And the old saying goes, that fact is stranger then fiction, well my hubber friends in this case I am about ready to give you a better definition then the one in the dictionary. Throughout our time,Gloria and I had been carrying out quite nicely together for a few years. We both worked hard, and she also knew how to cover for me and me for her. The quandary with Gloria, well there was a few drawbacks, but only a few worth remarking about just for the sake of this story. Gloria was much old then I, and to me, back then, old was over 50, on top of this she was coming to work dressed up, in the ill-advised ball room dresses. This always got me in trouble with my boss, as he felt I was not a tough enough manager and he believed in micro managing and I don’t, moving right along. We well unquestionably get to my boss later, trust me on that statement.
The foremost dilemma with Gloria was she didn’t play well with others. I contemplate she had a slight personality disorder. Nevertheless, we got along great, and I at all times, would find time during the day, to provide her about ten minute’s worth of secretary gossip. She looked so forward to telling me the big news of the day. There were six catering managers, and we all had our own assistants, then the Director, the executive offices’ and all the sales staff, I would surely guess the assistants out weighted the managers in more then one way, no pone intended…
This is a long story so I am going to start to trim it down starting here. My boss, the Director of Catering, Reiner Dickman, sent his secretary, to tell my secretary that he wanted to see me ASAP. On no account, in all the years that I performed under Reiner, did I ever see him go into one of his subordinates offices. So of course, I dash over to see Reiner; he waves me in and tells me there is a serious problem and that the president of the company wanted to meet with me. The President over my President was “Michael Eisner.”
So, I am now sitting in the office of Michael Bullis, President of Disneyland Hotel, Reiner Dickman and myself. They informed me that a rather large letter was typed to Michael Eisner having a lengthy discussion about all this horrific personal information in the private world of the Executive Office’s, and the only two names that where mentioned, in the highest of high regards, was Darlene Sabella, and Gloria, her assistant and that everyone else was a piece of cacao….
OMG, at that very moment, time stood still, and I became a clairvoyant, they thought I had written this letter. After reading the letter to me, and we all sat their sizing up the situation, I knew I was standing in knee high shit and the break was about to end and when that whistle goes off everyone must stand on their heads. AND, I knew who wrote, “The Letter.”
You Are So Busted, "The Letter" Conclusion
My Dear SECRETARY YOU ARE SO BUSTER, YOUR FIRED
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"The Letter”
I stood up first, I wanted to end the meeting in the presidents office with Michael and Rainer, and I gave the impression of being agreeably prepared, and I inform them that, this problem, by the end of the day, will be dealt with and that I know who, what and why all this has happened. My heart is heavy and I feel sad. I love Gloria, and I know in my heart she wrote to Michael Eisner, the president of our magnificent Disneyland Kingdom.
Consequently, I head back to my office with a arduous task ahead of me on this very day. It genuinely comes down to the “truth” first and foremost, then secondly, it comes down to “it’s either you or I that will be defeated on this moment in time,” and I know I didn’t write, “The letter” accordingly, straight away I am obligated to take on my promised determined pledge.
As I walk toward my office Gloria, unaware of anything going on, cheerfully looks up to me and says, “good morning, my Miss. Darlene, nice day we will have.” I look at her and say, “OMG you are never going to believe what has happened?” With that said, Gloria jumps up from her desk and follows me into my office, and I am doing the best acting I have ever done.
I conveyed to her what, a moment ago, transpire in the Presidents office and how somebody is engaging in preliminary creating a twisted huge nightmare and I was apprehensive about being fired. I gazed at her deeply, looking for her to let me off the hook, to fess up. On the contrary, that is not the right line of attack, Gloria showed a genuine surprise and shock about the totality of this affair. As a result, I tired another tactic, I changed direction and solicited her to be of assistance, I suggested she will be my Homes and I will become Sherlock. Gloria cherished this proposal, we must find the truth I tell her, she said she would uncover what today’s gossip is and try to help me find the culprit.
I depart my office; I need fresh air, as well as, to check on all my conventions and groups in house, engage in their meetings on the property this morning. My mind is spinning and I merely start walking I’m so disapproving on having my hand forced. In half a shake, this property is huge; I jump on the Montreal to take a ride around the park to clear my thoughts and to visit a few friends and co workers. Decisively, I end up back to the hotel, leaping off the Montreal as I turn to watch it curve around a corner and disappear, leaving me on the steps.
I then enter the underground tunnels to peak in all my rooms to make sure all the breakfasts are done and meet my contacts, and discuss any last minute changes. This is a huge property; the hotel has three large Hotel Towers with a total, at that time, of 1175 rooms. A water park with the submarines’, a host of restaurants throughout the property, a convention center, oh to much to bring up. Nevertheless, I end up in the main hotel lobby and sit for awhile with the hotel manager.
I, under no circumstances, shared my thoughts that day with anyone, I needed to see and feel what I must do and how I should handle this problem and it seemed so so so delicate. So therefore I knew what must be done. I walk over to the hotel lobby house phone and call my office; we didn’t have cell phones yet! Gloria cheerfully answers, Darlene Sabella’s office, may I help you. And, with a broken heart, I lie to Gloria, I told her I was just in another meeting with the president and Michael Eisner is sending the FBI to our office this evening after everyone has gone, and they are going to fingerprint the letter and examine each typewriter to match the author of the letter. I divulged to her, Mr. Eisner was flying in, which when he did, it was my job as MOD to make sure everything was the way he wanted it.
In that case, I told her to page me if she needed me that I was going to make my rounds, so I stayed away from all the meetings that morning and let Gloria think about what I had told her. Then, in about two hours I proceeded back to my office. As I walled up, Gloria’s desk chair was empty, I went into my office to tackle a few problems and taped on my phone was a note addressed to, “Darlene, Personal.” I could feel my heart beating and feeling my blood rushing through my body, again time stood still, I knew what was in this letter. I held it in my hands and gingerly opened the envelope.
It said, “I am sorry to leave you in such a hurry, my sister just called and she just found out she is dying of Cancer, I must run to her side to take care of her. I love you and I hope you understand, I feel so bad to leave you while you are so busy.
Sincerely, Gloria.”
I picked up the phone called Rainer and told him the three of us needed to meet again, in the Presidents office, again with Michael Bullock. I arrived and sat down with a heaviness in my body, I was so exhausted and so sad. I notified them everything that had materialized and then I handed over Gloria’s letter that was taped to my phone. They were very pleased with a job well done, and for the remainder of the years, I never worked with anyone as good as Gloria, it was a big loss and I came to love Gloria, in a motherly way. I had to prove I was innocent and Gloria saved me the horrific job of having to fire her. Where did she go?
Wherever you maybe in life Gloria, I wish you love and blessings however you must never play with the big boys because you will get burnt….The End
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