WORK HUMOR | PEOPLE ARE STRANGE | MANAGEMENT
Stevie Ray Vaughan Attended Our Staff Meetings
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I’m far enough out of my illustrious career to spill some tea and admit a few things. This may shock you, but I wasn’t constantly being serious and thinking about overhead percentages, staffing ratios, and physician ROI when I was on the job.
No, there were countless times when my humor was running amok, but no one knew it. One particular situation is the day Stevie Ray Vaughan attended our billing department staff meeting.
The Billing Manager in this medical group had a well-deserved reputation for being a real, well, let’s say everyone was sure her primary transportation to work involved a broom.
Sadly, I terminated her after she failed an overly generous performance improvement plan. That’s fodder for another crazy story. But I digress …
This woman — we’ll call her Marie, not her real name — was on a power trip, recently promoted from line staff to a first-time supervisor.
The poor people who reported to her avoided her like the plague; she was overbearing.
Bob and weave
Her hair was very short, and — who knows why ?— on certain days, she would don this fake skinny, straw-looking hairpiece thingy that she wore in ringlets attached to the back of her head.
Mind you, this hairpiece did not come anywhere close to resembling natural hair — at least not any human hair.
Instead, it looked more like a dark, oversized curling bow of twine disguised to make you think it was hair. We weren’t buying it.
As a newbie supervisor, she thought ‘taking a tone’ made her look more managerial. She talked down to her staff, often launching into diatribes. As she did, her head would bob back and forth in an “Oh no, you did unt!” way.
When she did, her ringlets would bounce up and down.
I think I’m safe in saying that no one could take this sickly pale woman with bright red lipstick, wearing what looked to be a ball of twine pinned to the back of her head. I know I couldn’t.
Staff generally spent their time in the meetings biting their lips and looking away to fight the urge to break into uncontrollable laughter.
As the Big Boss sitting in, I couldn’t afford to break my cover and risk any tells that would give away that I, too, was having a hard time not blurting out something inappropriate, like, “You are the weakest link! Get out.”
Those faux ringlets bouncing around, stretching out, and recoiling made me think of that old slinky commercial. I hate to be unkind, but she looked ridiculous.
I did my best to remain serious and all big-boss-like when she wore that hairpiece. However, I couldn’t help but hear Stevie Ray playing in the background when she took the floor.
Say on brother
Click below to listen to what Stevie Ray Vaughn was singing in my head. It was what we were all thinking but never had the heart to say. LOL
Gimme back my wig … honey let your head go bald
Gimme back that wig … honey let your head go bald
You really didn’t have no business … honey, buying no wig at all
Songwriters: Theodore R Taylor
Give Me Back My Wig lyrics ©Alligator Records/Eyeball Music
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