I knew this guy referred Dale Furbur, a really good dude, who passed away not so long ago. He worked with me as a peer and later I terminated up as his administrator. Dale and his colleague were the first parties I’ve ever had under my care as a young, fully inexperienced director. That leaves a certain kind of mark on one’s soul.
I liked Dale. He was, as I said, a really good dude. I’m kinda sad that more people didn’t get to know Dale- he was one of those genuinely kind people who had a heart of golden. The being didn’t have a make bone in his person and was just, well, neat all the time. He had his bad dates, too, like we all do. But, a really good dude “whos had” some groovy cats referred Max and Gizmo.
Dale was also one of those people who really extracted pleasure from “workin on” technological troubles. He was pass on and would build a PC from scratch, or setup checks and keyboards for our patrons, or administer material like doorway fastening security systems. Dale even are dealing with the printers and fax machines- a occupation that is universally hated by most tribes in tech. It didn’t matter, he was some sort of magic wizard at meet the million tiny little things it took to keep the company’s IT machine well oiled.
Dale was pretty much always stoked to go out and work with customers directly. Many of the helpdesk tickets he’d pull were of the type that required you to go do something or fix something. I’d tread by sometimes and discover him expecting after spouses, kids, clas placements, and all sorts of” he patently knows these people” sort of vibes.
I remember draw up to work one day and seeing that Dale has sold in his old beater vehicle for a brand new muscle car of some kind. With the strange decorate responsibility and sporty boundaries and trash. Which was awesome, because Dale was super into these cool gondolas and adoration driving them. It was just his thing, you know?
This is a short story I wrote about Dale as a method to thank him for his tireless contributions to the world. He made man only a little bit better in all the ways he knew how. To the people who knew him, we’ll hinder his tone alive.
Life is short, y’all. Be kind.
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