Secretary’s Day has always been one of my favorite special days. I always like those special days that involve gifts. I’m the type of person who enjoys giving just as much as receiving.
I began my clerical career working for Baton Rouge Marine Contractors at their branch office in St. James near Capline Terminal. This was in the mid-seventies when things were really booming on the river. We handled the arrival of foreign ships coming up the river to discharge oil at Capline. This included everything from ordering the NOBRA river pilots to ordering their supplies to providing medical attention once the ship arrived at port.
There were a few ships where I would get invited to lunch. The best were a Chinese ship and another favorite was an Italian ship. On Italian and Chinese ships the captain had his own personal chef. If the captain transferred to another ship the chef followed. The meal was a complete feast. The Italians always had lots of fresh baked bread and a bottle of wine for every two people at the dinner table. Everything is cooked with alcohol….even the cake had bourbon in it. I would get back from these 3 hour lunches too drunk to drive home. I would have to get one of the guys to make coffee before I could leave at 5:00.
Besides the fifths of Johnny Walker Red Label that all captains thought was an American favorite, I got gifts of jade necklaces and bracelets from the Chinese captains. It wasn’t a bad job. I drove on the River Road to St. James in my 67 Mustang without air conditioning or power steering. I had an after-market 8-track player installed under the dash. Now I can’t image living without power windows.
I semi-retired from there when I thought I wanted to be a housewife. It wasn’t long before I went to work part-time for my brother-in-law Ricky Peltier in the junk yard. The job turned into full time I think on the first day. Ricky had a very fast paced business and still operates in the same manner. In those days before “circle dial” we had a Baton Rouge line and a local line. Ricky had the Baton Rouge line installed at my house. That way on the days I was sick I could still answer the phone. One thing about Ricky is he gave great gifts. Of course I had to remind him it was Secretary’s Day. I got a diamond ring, gold bracelets, and even patio furniture from Graugnard’s one year.
In 1990, I opened my own business. I have said before that I have had more secretaries then Murphy Brown. On that TV show she always had a new temp and she could never remember their name.
I have had a number of people employed throughout the years. The majority have been local girls. I am always ready to give someone the opportunity to earn a living. Some have been honest; some have been not so honest. I think some have had multiple personalities because they sure became a different person from the one I interviewed.
One was keeping everything I returned to QVC. I discovered this by an email about a cute little red coffee pot she found at Big Lots. How can people do this and think it won’t be discovered?
Another past employee had to schedule time off to testify at the serial killer’s trial. It was a legitimate excuse. She’s quoted in the book “I’ve Been Watching You,” about Derek Todd Lee.
As time goes by I find I have had to amend my office policies and procedures. Now shirts have to cover the belly and no visible body piercing, other that earrings.
We still celebrate Secretary’s Week in my office. I have some token of my appreciation on their desk every day of that week. It may something as simple as an umbrella (I never get mine back), to an item of clothes, to lottery scratch- offs to jewelry. It’s my way of saying I appreciate my office staff. I know I cannot do it alone.
I figured out long ago I can’t blame myself if an employee doesn’t work out. Everyone looks good on paper and who’s going to list a “bad” reference? In an interview anyone can turn into Eddie Haskell. Remember “Leave It To Beaver”? “Thank you Mrs. Cleaver. You look lovely today Mrs. Cleaver.” Even if you know their family, the family might not know them.
To my current staff, I salute you. To my past and future staff, remember, don’t burn your bridges. It’s a small town and you may have to cross them again.