Don't step in the leadership

First, to Scott Adams, I apologize for pilfering (heh, pilfer) the title of one of your Dilbert books. I really and truly do. It just works so well.

Carley was closing last night (beginning her string of about 10 days in a row without a break from school/work). She had loaned her store key to someone from the other store because he had to close on Tuesday. She never got it back. Around 12:30 last night, she realized this. She came and grabbed me to help her get into the store, and, once she did, she needed to find a key. So, she called around.

Kelly, Store Manager, 07376: Left message
Kris, Assistant Store Manager, 07376: Left message
Phil, Shift Supervisor, 07376: Answered, drove 30 minutes into town, locked store

Apparently, a telephone ringing at 12:30 at night did not alert Kris or Kelly that something might be afoot. This, however, was Phil's first reaction. Ah, leadership.

And, in an interesting twist, I called Ben to find out what happened to his key when he was terminated. Carley had asked Kris if he gave it back, and Kris said that he had, but never actually said where it was. Turns out, Ben gave it to Elisa (the District Manager), who probably melted it down or mounted it on her wall or something. Kinda like a hunting trophy.