In 2009, I was laid off from the position I held at a manufacturing company. I found another position a few months later, but was fired for incompetence within seven months. They claimed that I wanted to be fired and opposed my unemployment. I fought back with the unemployment office and won when I informed them that for the first six months, I was told I was doing my job very well.
Shortly after that, I was instructed to run a complete inventory for the first time in over two years. I was salaried and worked over 120 hours in the next two weeks. I asked for two days off next week and was given it reluctantly. The next week, I was given a written warning about something I did not know was not the proper procedure.
The following week, I was walked out of the plant. The plant manager who fired me failed to ask for my key. The next morning, I returned about two hours after my shift would have started and returned the key. I learned that my desk and position were taken over by a former employee.
My Unemployment was approved, and I returned to looking for another job. One of the companies that I applied to was coming to Springfield, and they were looking for a representative to promote their business. They worked with nursing homes and other companies that helped families find services for senior citizens.
I was excited about the opportunity after I had spoken to HR two or three times. They liked my sales experience, purchasing background, and ministry experience. She downplayed the salesman concept until I was interviewed by the sales manager, who would be my direct supervisor.
After that conversation, I declined to go forward and began thinking about the fact that for most companies, closing the deal is more important than people. I did not want to be one of those employees. I finally found another purchasing job. That is the company I retired from six years ago.
I found my place, and I hope that each of you can find yours. Keep looking for where you belong, whether you are looking for a job, a church, a mate, or a home. Life is one long search for enjoyment and meaning.
I have taken jobs where I was asked to do things that I would rather not. That one time, I felt that it was better to remain without a job than to accept one that I felt certain that I would fail at. There might have been companies that I would not want to recommend to families. I hope you can say no when you want to.
I have borrowed this title from Os Hillman’s column on his website Today God is First. I’ve been an avid follower of him for years. He is also a workplace minister, as I have been. If you have not read his columns, I recommend them.
I am going to take this opportunity to appropriate this title and not his article. This is legal according to copyright law. You cannot copyright a title. You can trademark them, and that is much more difficult. None of my titles is trademarked; grab one when you want to, Os.
I want to talk about the word trinity. Originally, it meant three gods who became one godhead. Almost all the god legends from other cultures include a trinity. That is why some refer to the Father, the Son, and Holy Spirit in Christianity as the Holy Trinity. The term should be triune being.
Let me explain. You are a triune being. In Genesis 1:26, Jehovah said that they were going to make mankind in their image. I am sure that you have wondered what this means. There are a thousand explanations for this. The simplest is that Yahweh is soul (Father), body (Son), and spirit (Holy Spirit). So are we.
Our soul was created, unlike God, who has always existed. God created humanity and, therefore, our bodies, which are connected to our everlasting existence. Do you understand? This part of you will not die, ever. That leaves the third part of us, our spirit. Yours may be dead right now.
I’m sorry if that comes as a shock to you. Some people have spirit guides because they cannot connect with the spirit world without one. As a born-again believer in Jesus, my spirit has been reborn. This is what Jesus meant when He told Nicodemus that he must receive a new birth.
Those who do not know Jesus as their personal Savior have no spiritual connection of their own. If you claim to be a Christian and have never heard from Holy Spirit or felt that Jesus or God is with you, you might want to rethink your salvation experience.
When Holy Spirit speaks to me through thoughts, ideas, visions, or dreams, I attribute those concepts to Jesus. He is my Lord and Savior, and it is not unusual for me to ask for His advice and assistance. I am sure that you will do this as well if you are a believer.
Each side of the triune being has a specific responsibility. The Father is the protector, among other jobs. The Son is the Life and the Savior of all who accept His free gift. Holy Spirit is the comforter and liaison between Father and Son and us through our rebirthed spirit. Now you know.
“I was doing eighty on the highway because the Vice Principal said my second grader was caught “distributing contraband” in the cafeteria. I thought he had drugs. I was wrong. It was pepperoni.
I walked into the administrative office still wearing my work boots, drywall dust on my jeans. The secretary looked at me like I was going to track mud on her carpet. I didn’t care. I just wanted to see Leo.
I found him sitting on the “Cool Down Chair” in the corner of Vice Principal Miller’s office. He didn’t look scared. He didn’t look guilty. He looked confused. His hands were folded in his lap, and there was a smudge of tomato sauce on his chin.
“Mr. Russo, thank you for coming so quickly,” Mrs. Miller said. She was a nice enough woman, usually, but today she had the posture of a steel beam. “We have a zero-tolerance policy regarding the exchange of food items. It’s a liability issue. Allergies. Sanitary concerns. We simply cannot have students passing food around like… like it’s a free-for-all.”
She slid a discipline across the desk. Incident: Unauthorized distribution of lunch materials. Defiance of cafeteria protocol.
“He gave away his lunch?” I asked, looking at Leo. “That’s why I’m missing a half-day of pay? Because he gave away a slice of pizza?”
“It’s not just the pizza, Mr. Russo. It’s the defiance,” she sighed, adjusting her glasses. “The lunch monitor instructed Leo to keep his food to himself. He refused. He insisted on giving half to a classmate, Samuel. When told to stop, Leo argued with the monitor.”
I turned to my son. “Leo, buddy. Look at me. Why did you do that? You know you’re supposed to eat your own lunch.”
Leo looked up, his big brown eyes filled with frustration that seemed too heavy for a seven-year-old.
“Sam didn’t have a tray, Dad,” Leo said. His voice was small but steady.
“What do you mean?”
“It was Pizza Friday,” Leo explained, as if that explained everything. In elementary school, it basically did. “Sam got in line, but when he got to the register, the lady took his tray away. She threw the pizza in the trash bin behind her and gave him the cold cheese sandwich in the plastic bag. She said his account was ‘in the red.'”
I felt a tightening in my chest. I knew that term. I knew the ‘Cheese Sandwich of Shame.’ It happens when parents forget to load the lunch account or when money is tight.
“Sam started crying,” Leo continued. “He didn’t want the cold sandwich. He was hungry. So, I broke my pizza in half. I gave him the big piece.”
“And then?” I asked.
“Then the monitor came over and took it away from Sam. She threw that piece away, too. She said I was breaking the safety rules.” Leo pointed a small finger at the wall behind Mrs. Miller’s desk. “She said rules are rules.”
I looked where he was pointing.
Directly behind the Vice Principal’s head was a massive, laminated poster, decorated with bright primary colors and cartoon stars. It was the school’s motto for the year.
KINDNESS MATTERS.
Below it, in smaller print: In a world where you can be anything, be kind.
Leo looked at me, then at Mrs. Miller. “Dad, I’m confused. The poster is big. The rule book is small. I thought the big poster was the boss.”
The room went silent. The air conditioner hummed. Mrs. Miller opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked at the liability forms on her desk, then she turned around and looked at the poster she walked past every single morning.
The monitor said I was being bad,” Leo whispered. “But if I ate my pizza while Sam cried… wouldn’t that make me bad?”
Mrs. Miller took off her glasses. The corporate stiffness drained out of her shoulders. She was suddenly just a person in a room with a father and a son who had asked a question she couldn’t answer with a handbook.
“It’s a policy, Mr. Russo,” she said, her voice softer now, almost apologetic. “We have to protect the school from lawsuits. If Sam had an allergy…”
“Does Sam have an allergy?” I asked.
“No,” she admitted. “But we have to assume…”
“I know,” I cut her off. I stood up and pulled out my wallet. It was thin, but I had enough. “How much is Sam’s debt?”
“Excuse me?”
“Sam’s lunch account. How much is he in the red? Five bucks? Ten?”
“Mr. Russo, you don’t have to…”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to. How much?”
She typed for a second. “Four dollars and fifty cents.”
I pulled out a twenty. “Clear it. And put the rest on Sam’s account for next week. And if Leo gives him a slice of pizza again, please just… look the other way.”
I didn’t wait for the change. I signed the disciplinary slip—admitting my son was a “disturbance”—and walked out with Leo holding my hand.
We walked to the truck in silence. I buckled him in.
“Am I in trouble, Dad?” Leo asked, looking at his knees. “I promise I won’t do it again.”
I started the engine and turned to him.
“Leo, look at me.”
He looked up, bracing for the lecture.
“You are not in trouble,” I said firmly. “You did the right thing. The school has its rules, and they must follow them to keep their jobs. But you have a heart, and you have to follow that to keep your soul.”
“But they threw the pizza away,” he said sadly.
“I know. Sometimes doing the right thing makes a mess. Do it anyway.”
We stopped at a pizza place on the way home. I bought two large pepperoni pies. One for us, and one for Leo to take to school on Monday, just in case.
As I watched him eat, getting sauce all over his face again, I realized something terrifying.
We spend eighteen years trying to program our kids to fit into the system, to sit still, to stay in line, to follow the handbook. We teach them that “compliance” is the same thing as “goodness.” But today, my seven-year-old showed me that sometimes, you must break the rules to keep the promise on the wall.
Civilization isn’t built on handbooks and liability waivers. It’s built on breaking your pizza in half when your friend is hungry.
If that’s a punishable offense, then I hope my son stays a criminal for the rest of his life.”
I found this on Facebook, and it was not accredited by any author. This is why we should never accept the authorities that claim something as they see it. Rules and manuals are just that. Kindness is a law of God. I think we all need to follow it. If this is your story, please advise me and I will reassign the copyright when you provide proof of authorship.
When President Trump was asked if Americans could expect the price of Gasoline and other petroleum products to remain exorbitantly high, he answered, “For a little while.” As a politician, he is careful not to say anything that can be used against him later.
This phrase does not say what President Trump wants you to believe. He wants you to think that these outrageous prices will subside quickly. He is not the one who raised the prices. He is not the one who caused prices to rise across the board. That is done by those who control the pricing in our country.
You and I are responsible for consumer prices. Our economy is based on supply and demand. When we illegally attacked Iran, the Oil Companies chose to increase their prices. The excuse was the rise in crude oil futures. If you do not understand the futures market, it is what investors will pay for the product at a time to come.
Higher oil prices are not the current prices of the actual cost. That will come in a few months. Our gas prices are rising now because the oil executives are greedy. To make the prices go down, we must reduce our demand. Stop traveling. Stop buying products that use this commodity. Remember the price reductions after the Covid crisis.
There are non-petroleum options for many things that often call for crude oil. The economy was already tanking since President Trump and our Congress tried throwing money at the COVID-19 pandemic. All that did was convince some that they could get money without working. Those of you who run legitimate businesses were hurt most.
Greed, money, and infamy are what motivate most of the so-called political leadership. They only need you to vote for them. The rest of their two-, four-, or six-year terms, they try to be sure that you will not remember the stupid things they said or did.
Back to what President Trump really meant. Let’s break it down. This means that he is not willing to predict a definite time. A little while is also so vague that no one can take him to court for it after he leaves office. Most of us are like he was during his first campaign and term. He lied and never thought it would be used against him.
Today, he is starting to realize that we, the people, are not as stupid as he thought. Even those who believed his lies and ignored the confusion he attempted to perpetrate in America have started to rise from their sleep. He will call them woke because that is the same thing, only he uses it as an insult.
This year, all the legislatures of both the US and each state will be elected. To stop the so-called war in Iran and the Trumpites’ quest to dominate the world as Hitler did in World War II, we need to throw out both the Republicrats and Demicans. If you can, in your state, select representatives who are non-partisan. That is the only way to stop this madness.
Do you like weddings? I do. That is why I have married several different women. No, it isn’t what you think. Cindy is my first and only wife, but I have officiated at many wedding ceremonies for friends and, in some cases, people I did not know until I was asked to celebrate their marriage with them.
The first was Eldon, who was the store manager at the Wendy’s restaurant in Joplin, MO. Cindy and I moved there two weeks after our wedding. I worked at that restaurant from May of that year until September, when I left the Wendy’s of Southwest Missouri family.
Eldon and one of our employees had decided to get married. They were going to have the wedding at her church, but for some reason, her pastor was unable to officiate at the ceremony. Eldon asked if I was legal to perform weddings. At that time, Missouri laws were much stricter about who could officiate a wedding. I checked and found that you did not have to be ordained but only licensed to the ministry, which I was.
That was my first. I have done weddings for my brother Sam and his wife, my sister-in-law Sharon, my cousin Troy and his wife Coleen. I was even able to help another friend I worked with one Valentine’s Day. She had told me that they wanted to get married and had even gotten the marriage license.
On Valentine’s Day, she told me they were going to get married that day. Larry, her fiancé, was at the courthouse trying to find a judge to officiate at the ceremony. I told her to let me know if that did not work out. Later that day, she came back to my office and asked if I could help. We had the wedding that afternoon, and every year on Valentine’s Day, I wish them a happy anniversary.
Not every marriage that I have helped to begin has lasted this long. One may not have made it as long as celebrity weddings. The day after the ceremony, the bride called and asked if I could tear up the marriage license. The copy I left with had already been mailed to the county recorder. I always drop them in a mailbox when I go home after the wedding. I can be fined if it isn’t postmarked within a certain period. She asked what she could do, and I told her she would need to call a lawyer if they could not work it out.
I had only been able to have one counseling session with them because of the time crunch they were in. After that, I was skeptical about officiating at weddings for people I do not know. Since my second daughter was married and I performed their ceremony, I have not done a wedding. Their oldest daughter turns nineteen this year.
Marriage is not what it once was. Today, in Missouri, a twenty-one-year-old and a seventeen-year-old cannot be married even with parental consent. That apparently isn’t important to anyone but me. Cindy was seventeen, and I was the dirty old man of twenty-one when we were married in Springfield, MO, and her mother signed our marriage license.
This is the reason that my state representative will not have my vote this year. He voted for that bill. You may ask why I am so adamant about this. Laws were already in place that prevented parents from filing statutory rape charges for a child who was seventeen and had sex with someone of majority age. Now, the parents of this same person do not have the right to authorize a wedding. To me, that is sanctioning promiscuity.
What brings back memories? The parents of a lady in our church on Sunday started me remembering. This couple from Texas was visiting their daughter’s family for the birthday of a grandchild. Texas to Springfield, Missouri, does not seem like a great distance, but for working people, it can be. Memories of a mission trip to Houston, Texas, came back.
I was serving as interim youth minister when a new pastor and his family came to our church. This was in the early spring, and the youth leadership had not made any plans for a mission trip that summer. As we discussed possible locations for ministry, we were presented with a plan to go to Houston.
They had taken other groups in previous years and made contacts for us. As we made the preparations, I began having dreams about being at a church and seeing a young girl crossing the street. I saw a car coming down the street, and I ran out and grabbed her and threw her to the side of the road.
My youngest daughter was one of the youths on the trip. And I saw her crouching by me and crying each night just as I awoke. This continued for about two weeks before we left. When we arrived at the church where we would work that week, I recognized it as the building from the dream.
All week, I was watching the street anytime we were outside, and I scanned the kids to try to find that girl. I did not see her, and nothing happened. My first night back home, I awoke from another dream in which I saw the church again and a voice that said, “You watched to prevent someone else’s death, what about your own?”
I am sure you are wondering what this could mean. I knew immediately where this was coming from. I had been having blood in my stool for these three weeks from time to time. I had not told anyone about this, not even my wife. That morning, I told my wife I needed to make an appointment with my doctor to talk about the bleeding.
He recommended that I have a colonoscopy to be sure there were no problems. A few nights after the procedure, I received a call from the doctor. He had told us they had removed two polyps, and he told me that one was clear and the other had a few cancer cells in the head. After hanging up the phone, I started crying when I told this to my wife.
I have been cancer-free for about thirty years now. I have not shared this dream and my message from God with anyone in all that time. I know what most of you who have not had this type of experience will be thinking. I made this up. That’s why I’ve never told anyone. That is the exact reason I withheld that information.
There may be someone out there who is experiencing warning signs of disease that you are ignoring. Let me remind you of the story about the man who was a flood victim. He had a warning before the flood hit and ignored it. He said God will take care of him.
A boat came by later to pick him up, and he said that God would save him. As he was on the roof of the house, a helicopter came to his rescue, and once again, he declared God would save him. In Heaven, he asked God why He did not save him. The reply was, “I warned you, sent a boat and a helicopter. What more did you want?” Keep that in mind if you are ignoring warnings.
As a writer, I am often encouraged to do things that will make me more popular and profitable. As a born-again believer, I am not in this for fame or money. My brand is not to be built by me. I should strive to glorify my Savior, Jesus.
In Acts 4:23-31, Peter and John have just been released by the Sanhedrin, who were the ones who took their teacher to Pontius Pilate and forced him to crucify Christ. It had to be done for all of humanity to be redeemed from our sin. That does not mean that these Jews are forgiven for their hate.
You and I do things often for our own benefit or because we want things to go our way. This never makes it correct. God knows that we will do what we will do. That is part of who He is. Omniscient is the word that we use to describe that He knows everything.
The question is often asked, “If there is a God and He loves us. Why do all these bad things happen to good people?” President Bill Clinton said that it depends on your definition of ‘is’. What does that mean? The I Am is the name of the Hebrew God. Some say Jehovah and others Yahweh. Either way, it means “I am that I am” or is He?
Is He God or not? Did He create the world or not? Is Jesus His son or not? Why does He not come down here and show Himself so that we have no doubts that He is who He said He was? He did that.
A man named Jesus was born around two thousand years ago. Like all humans, He lived a life, did His chosen profession, and died. He was nothing special. The gospels and other New Testament books were created by some demented men who just wanted to give churches a way to take money from the ignorant and unsuspecting masses.
Do you believe that? I don’t. I do not have enough faith to believe that this universe was an accident. To me, it takes more belief than I can conjure up to believe that nothing existed, then it exploded, and our planet’s existence was a fluke. The order we see around us, the laws of physics that we have ascertained, are all coincidental, and this can be proven by these same scientific principles, which were violated by the beginning of all that we experience.
I wonder who the ones are that are really confused. If matter and energy cannot be destroyed, where did they come from in the first place? My book, “Cosmic Flatulence,” is my attempt to explain the Big Bang Theory and how science can be understood.
No cloud of gas appeared from nothingness. The I Am has always existed. Jehovah was not created by man; that is what makes Him the creator. He has always been here, and if you believe that a cloud of gas came from nothing and exploded to form our universe, I guess Yahweh let a fart.
I am here to tell His story, to proclaim the day of the Lord so that you will understand. I am not here to build myself or my brand. I’m just telling you the truth and letting you decide for yourself whether Jesus is The Way, The Truth, and The Life, as He said He was.
Do not try to persuade others to agree with you, buy your line, and support your brand. Follow The Way, believe The Truth, and enjoy The Life which is as eternal as He is. I do not know how to explain it any better than He did. If God never existed until we made Him up, how did all of this get here?
In the spring of 1974, I was asked to be the preacher for youth week at Immanuel Baptist Church in Springfield, Missouri. If you have never heard of youth week, it is what churches do to give their young people a taste of ministry. Our youth minister made the plans and chose the members to perform tasks that adults did every week.
Clyde, our pastor, met with me and walked me through what I needed to do. I would preach both Sunday morning and evening, and I went with him to the hospital and on other visits that he made each week. I had never given any thought to being anything but a journalist until that March.
I had speech in high school and started feeling ready to pass out when I gave my first speech in class. That was only five minutes of introducing myself to the other students. After three years of class and the last two competing around the area at other schools, I had never made the quarter finals in any of the events.
Extemporaneous Speaking was one of my favorite types of competition. We were given a topic fifteen minutes before our time to present, and we were judged on topicality, structure, preparation, and presentation. I thought that my experience would make it easy for me to deliver these sermons.
I was right about that because I had heard so many sermons and been in Sunday School my entire life. Preparation and presentation were easy. I enjoyed the time with our pastor and noticed how easy the speaking came to me. The problem was the way everyone looked at me.
I noticed that something was different. I did not understand it. I was a journalist, not a preacher; all I did was give two speeches at church. I started to feel something new as well. I had doubts about my chosen occupation. God could not want me to do this as a profession, could he?
A few weeks later, I received my acceptance letter from the University of Missouri in Columbia, School of Journalism. I should have been ecstatic, and I was not. I was contemplating that this might not be what I should do. If Jesus wanted me to be a full-time minister, would I do that? I finally accepted His call to ministry, and I assumed that would be as a pastor. I have never been a singer.
I told my parents that I did not think I should transfer to MU. We went to look at Southwest Baptist College and talked to them. I enrolled there as an English major and changed to a Religion major, which was what most ministerial students did. I spent two years studying the Bible and ministry.
After graduation, I could not get clear guidance about what seminary to attend, and I continued with a company I started as a part-time employee. We planned our wedding, and the company offered me the opportunity to join their management trainee program, and my career as a workplace minister began.
A side hustle is something that you do to make ends meet. If your avocation does not provide the funds to live on, then you find something else to make money. My side hustle has been many and varied over the years. My life’s work has been ministry, as yours should be. Try it, you’ll like it.
I know you are going to argue with me about this one. Many of you believe that the story in the Bible about the flood and that eight people survived it with a lot of animals is a fable. I get that. We are taught that people thousands of years ago were ignorant savages.
That is not true. Prehistoric is not before history. It is before accepted history. The history that some scientists accept. Other scientists and ordinary people like me know better. We accept the historical information presented in the Hebraic scriptures.
These other scientists will accept nothing from these documents because they do not want to acknowledge the creation of our universe or the one deity that it describes. I deal with this in my book “The Cosmic Flatulence Theory.” You can follow me as I finish this manuscript by searching for that title in categories.
If you have ever read the story of Noah and the ark in Genesis, I am sure that you wondered how all those animals could travel in a ship built by a few simple ancients. What many believe is that technology has developed to a point where it is possible for four men to design and build such a craft.
We are not told many things about the ship by Moses, who wrote the book of beginnings many years later. Other prehistoric cultures were thrown into disarray after a worldwide flood. Almost every ancient culture has a flooding story.
These tales have minor differences, but all agree that a man and his family saved the land and air creatures on a large ship. This is not the main reason that we believe that the people who designed and built this device had technology beyond our own. Let me share some other reasons we accept this idea.
The book of Ecclesiastes has Solomon stating that there is nothing new under the sun. (Ecclesiastes 1:9) Some of us believe that the Bible is the truth without error. If from the time of Solomon there has been nothing new developed, then at some point our technology was surpassed, and it has been forgotten.
If everything that had been developed up until the time of this flood was destroyed and civilization was sent back to the beginning, then Ecclesiastes may be correct. Keep in mind that Solomon did not indicate that he was speaking of the time in which he lived. His intention is that nothing new could be created that had not already existed.
The story of the Tower of Babel is another common ancient tale that many cultures have. (Genesis 11:1-9) Moses tells us that after the Earth was repopulated post-Noah and the Ark, the descendants developed a plan to build a city and a tower. The tower was to reach the heavens.
Keep in mind that if technology were as advanced as we believe it must have been, then they may have had aeronautical experience. The story of the Flood tells of a firmament or layer that is believed to have separated the sky from outer space. We do not know at what level this layer existed.
The tower is thought by some of us to have been the first attempt to leave our planet, which would not have been possible before God ruptured the firmament at the time of the flood. We have physical evidence of some areas being dry ground and then flooding. Biblical and other tales of a layer of water falling to earth would explain some geological questions.
Eric von Daniken and other authors have suggested that there were ancient astronauts who designed Stone Henge and other architectural anomalies that seem to have been designed by aeronautically experienced people. “Chariots of the Gods” is his book that proposes a race that could fly and build structures that other ancients could not. Keep an open mind and research these theories.
There is a Casey’s commercial where an actor that is dressed as an employee says that they hate to say no. I worked in a convenience store years ago. It was not part of this chain. I was trained in what I could and could not do for a customer. I could not leave the store to pump the gas for them.
If I was there with other employees, I could do that. When I worked at another station, my job was to pump the gas. That was what we were trained to do. This ad tells us that they deliver pizza to you and that they will even bring you to them to get their pizza. Call your local Casey’s and ask for these services.
My guess is that they will not say no. They will laugh at you, hang up on you, or tell you to contact Grub Hub, Lift, or some other company for these services. Every business has their rules and guidelines regarding what they will do to accommodate their clients. Ask a stupid question and they should give you a polite answer.
I have worked in retail, wholesale, and manufacturing. Some of the companies I worked with also sold services. I have told customers no without using that word. “What if we . . .?” was a favorite answer for me. Suggesting an alternative to a request that I could not grant was the way I was trained.
Your employer should be educating you in how they want you to respond. I worked in several positions over the years. When I was a supervisor and manager, I often trained others to do the things that I did. I never wanted them to be stifled by someone telling them that they could not accomplish anything.
One of the first young men I hired at a pet store where I had just become the manager took over a different position I had held with that company. As I was leaving a restaurant with customers and my boss, I ran into him and the owner of that company, and he was introduced to me as the current purchasing agent.
My old boss had apparently forgotten that I was the one that had brought him to the company. When I hired him as a part time salesperson while he was a college student, I trained him and another employee that was there when I came, to know and be able to do anything that I could. Some management personnel do not teach any more than they need to. They are afraid others might be promoted over them. I’ve never felt that way.
I once told the President of a company during an interview that I would be getting ready to be promoted to my prospective boss’s position from the first day, if I was hired. I got the job and a few months later began working as the department supervisor and training to become the manager. Telling the truth is always the best advice, especially in advertising.
Charles (Chuck) Kensinger 