Itís usually not the big crises that get me down, but the accumulation of minor annoyances. Today I had a little of both. First, we lost the Kennel manager because he got fed up with taking Timís constant abuse. Then—
Well, then something else happened that doesnít seem quite so consequential when I think about losing Paul. Paul has been our manager since we bought the Kennel three years ago, and heís been a big part of the fact that weíve made more money every year. He keeps things running smoothly, keeps the clients happy (except for the ones who cause problems or donít pay their bills; heís merciless with the deadbeats, which none of the rest of us has the stomach for).
Heís been a little dispirited lately, and today it came to a head. When he found out that Tim had told our other employees not to listen to Paul, and to take orders only from Tim himself, Paul decided that the disrespect wasnít worth the meager wages we pay him.
Thatís right. We pay him a bare minimum, although we also give him a place to live and health insurance as compensation. In return, he works long hours and makes sure the business keeps going. He has never stolen a dime or done anything that would reflect badly on us. He is meticulous with his paperwork, so we always know the status of both the clients and the money in the till. We couldnít have invented a better manager if weíd tried to dream one up ourselves.
Hereís the one thing he doesnít do. He doesnít always jump when Tim tells him to do something that is (a) outside working hours, and (2) beyond the scope of his job description. So Tim doesnít like him much (and, needless to say, the feeling is mutual). What happened today was the culmination of a long period of ill will, and I donít blame Paul a bit. If Tim treated me that way, Iíd do the same thing, and sue him for every employee rights violation I could think of. But he wonít, because he knows better.