Our store manager, Woody, was going to be transferred. In our line of work, store managers and department heads often got transferred with very little notice given to the rest of the staff. The prevalent complaint against Woody was his tendency and tenacity to cut schedules. He did this in order to meet requirements handed down from on high. Despite these reasonable reasons, many of the department heads and other workers didn’t like this practice. Mainly because it negatively impacted their paychecks. Working as the interment payroll clerk while the main clerk was out on maternity leave and taking time off to spend with her newborn child, I worked extremely close with Woody. Because of our close working relationship, Edna (the regular payroll clerk) and I were saddened to hear of Woody’s transfer. Those disgruntled department heads, however, were practically doing cartwheels down the hall. They could barely contain their glee. Edna was in tears while those others were grinning from ear to ear.
The grins and the glee did not last long. Enter Brad, the new store manager.
Woody, though known for his schedule slashing, had been a rather laid back manager. As long as you looked busy and at least appeared to be doing your job, he left folks alone. The department heads were free to run their departments as they saw fit, with very little input from him.
He was up their butts and on their backs from the moment he walked through the door to the second he left for the day. He wanted to know what they were doing, why they were doing it, and how come they weren’t doing it his way. Woe on the unfortunate soul who did not have adequate answers for his questions. This was a man who would give you a dirty look for interrupting his conversation with another worker by simply saying Good Morning and, the next week, ask you why you had simply walked by without saying Good Morning while he was mid-coversation with someone else. In a matter of weeks, he instilled a level of fear and paranoia that was only seen in Stephen King novels.
All those that had been crowing in delight at Woody’s exit are now, quite frequently, crying their eyes out in the bathroom after being taken to task by Brad. Their only hope now is for Brad to be transferred before someone has a nervous breakdown.
Just the other day, I heard the unimaginable words, “Man, I sure miss Woody.”
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