Rooster headed up Business development for our team. He was a tall man, descended from Russian-Jewish immigrants. From such an ancestry, stereotype suggests that he would be a dark, brooding man. Stereotype would be wrong.

Rooster’s wife was . . . well, I liked her, but she had a rock on her finger that was sufficient to cause scoliosis of the spine. The light reflecting off of that sucker could interfere with satellite photographs, and she wasn’t even a little sheepish about it. As a job, she was an ambulance chaser; on the side, an actress/impersonator. And you could see her dolled up as Marilyn too – it wasn’t that much of a stretch. She really wanted to have Rooster home as a house-husband. I’m not sure why he didn’t go for it, as his job had to be fairly miserable. I’d have quit.

She was at my beading-party one Saturday afternoon when she just breaks out in “so how is it working for my husband. He can be quite an asshole some times.? No one spoke up to confirm that one. We vaguely suggested that he had mood-swings that would turn a harem-mother’s head around, but never confirmed or denied anything, though Greta and I exchanged glances and tried not to bust out laughing.

Rooster fancied himself a grandfather to this little group of four women, and in true grandfather fashion, liked nothing better than the sound of his own voice. He could wax prolific about just about anything. He was going to mold us all into mini-versions of how he saw himself: ultimately professional, wise, successful and very talented when it came to sales.

He tried very hard to look out for us, and was genuinely concerned about how we were doing. He fought for us, and certainly did his part to secure a raise for me.

The problem? He was patronizing. He saw me as a blind innocent, easily led into negative thoughts by the sarcastic (but very smart) Tink, so any time I walked into his office with a push-back or to stand up for myself, he always accused me of having taken direction from Tink. “That’s Tink talking there, that’s not you.?

I think he saw himself as the benevolent grandfather, so he did benevolent grandfather things because that sort of confirmed that we were all in need of someone older and wiser to show us the true path. In reality, he was a good guy with good intentions that needed the ego boost of thinking that we all looked up to him and needed him. The reality was that we liked him just fine, but none of us needed him to show us the true path to anything. The true path he knew worked in a professional environment from 25 or more years ago. TxInc was a free-for-all, and there was nothing he could do that we couldn’t do for ourselves.


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