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Best Job Ever

I dreamed that I was working my best job ever for the best boss ever.  Did not want to awaken.  I was able-bodied, useful, and fulfilled, not to mention, the job had all the prestige I could want.  What was it?

Answer:  I was an Executive Secretary working for David R. Tanonis at Hexcel (an aerospace company).  I arrived bright and early, dressed for success in dresses and skirt and blazer combinations to "mahogany row".  Five months after beginning work, 911 happened.  My boss, the president of this multi-billion dollar division, asked me what he should do with regard to the shock and disbelief of our workers.  I suggested that he allow all persons who wished to leave work to grieve be allowed to do so.  He immediately made the announcement, most of our 1,100 employees left for the day.  It was the right call to protect the safety of our workers.  Much later I realized the precious gift this man gave me...I had his respect and trust.  It was far beyond what I ever received from any other employer, either before or after that, monetary or otherwise.

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