The only real difference between me and the rest of the crew was I wore Dockers to work every day and they wore jeans. Their work ethic was as professional as I have ever encountered. They were timely, focused, willing to stay late when needed and passionate about their craft and our clients. I never heard a temper tantrum and I never heard someone snap at another; I simply saw professionalism.
The other difference was in the way we handled the news of our impending departure. As a baby boomer, stability is always on my mind and I was immediately concerned about keeping a roof over my head. The PKI crew? They just appreciated the great ride they had over the past six months. I’m not suggesting I always thought in terms of a career and these young men and women are seeking only jobs. They just have a different view of what constitutes a career and I think because of that, they enjoy life more than me and my fellow boomers.
PKI was staffed with as diverse of a group of individuals as you’d ever meet:
• Robert, the boss. Visionary. Always twenty moves ahead.
• Roy. CFO. I lost count how many times he brought bagels or tacos to work.
• Chuckles, always looking for an excuse to party. If he couldn't find one he'd start one.
• Dr. Love, his running gag was to ignore his New York upbringing and claim Guatemalan Citizenship. He also knows more Yiddish than I ever will. Poor guy, I’d point to a spot on his shirt, he’d look down, and I’d tweak his nose. Got him about 4 times.
• The Venezuelan, with the largest collection of uploaded music I’ve ever seen.
• Nacho the office Mom – juggling career and kids.
• K-So with a kind word for everyone.
• Jesse – we never did come up with a nickname for her. She brought me a souvenir from her trip to Spain that I will always treasure. She knew me for all of a week and still thought to bring me something.
• Kristen, the cheerleader with the “can-do” attitude and the first to arrive.
• Shay, the quiet one with a gleam of mischief in his eyes and a Hawaiian shirt on Fridays. He is an inspiring husband and father who drove to Austin every time his son played t-ball.