When I started working at a national park I was only working as a maintenance worker. I shoveled snow, cleaned up roadkill and fixed broken things at the hotels.
The regional manager was the kind of lady that walked into a room and you could just tell she was in charge. She lived at the park like the rest of us, so she did a lot of hiking and climbing. So she had an amazing physique, that she was not afraid of showing off but always looking like a professional.
She ran the hotels, all three, she would jump into her work truck and drive to the other hotels to make a personal appearance making sure everything was going smoothly.
One day I was called over the radio to head over to the fanciest of the hotels and move some furniture. I’m greeted at the door by her but she seems a little disappointed.
“Are you the only guy they sent? I have to get the hall ready I need more than one person. ”