My first job was at the store I work in now. At the time I was only a clerk, and the store’s scope was smaller, being under different management. It’s the equivalent of going from being a franchise to a chain. Cost goes down, perks go up, rules are more strict. The head of accounting from back then is still in the same building, and we still work with him to a point, but he’s not as closely involved in the nitty gritty of the workings of the store as he was back then. His name is Buzz, and he is the coolest man I know.
First I think that I should make it clear exactly what cool is. John Wayne was cool. Marlon Wayans is not. Jack Palance is cool. Billy Crystal is not. Buzz is the head of accounting for a fairly large organization. He handles many moneys (yes, you can pluralize it that way), has every right to be stressed out to the point of several heart attacks, but is always calm. Nothing seems to get him upset or frustrated.
He has white hair, blue eyes, stands about 6 feet tall, smokes, drives the same car he was driving in 98, and is a decent human being. He jokes around like none of the other big wigs do here, and seems to get it. You know, the proverbial “it.”
Not to mention the guy’s name is Buzz. I mean, come on. Buzz, for crying out loud. His last name only seals the deal, but I’ll omit that for legal reasons and whatnot. Just let it be known that this guy is the man.
Buzz, you da man.
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