On Friday I thought about Joan Crawford twice, and trust me, Joan Crawford is someone who doesn’t cross my mind very often.
Initially I thought about her because Friday was the last day of work for someone we’ve all worked with for years, John. His leaving was the result of his job description being revised and he was pretty much left with the decision of remaining in Fort Wayne or moving to another state. He opted not to move. Not having him around is going to be an obvious void both on a personal and professional level. As Zack Klein told me, “I thought his DNA was intermixed in that company!”

So how does a 1930s movie star figure in to this mix? Well, Joan Crawford had worked for MGM for years and was considered to be one of its brightest, most valued stars. Then, almost over night, things changed. Louis B. Mayer muscled her out of his studio and on her last day refused to walk her even as far as the front door. No “Thank You”, “Good Luck” or “Kiss My Ass.” Decades of loyalty and substantial revenues went without consideration. Crushed, Crawford left.
And then the following year, at another studio, she made a movie which would result in her winning her very first Oscar.
I hope John has that kind of good fortune. It’s been done before, and if anyone can do it again, he can.
The second time Miss Crawford crossed my mind was when I came across a wire clothes hanger and pointed it at Deb, saying, “No wire hangers!”
She didn’t get it. She had never heard of the Crawford/wire hanger association. Another potential attempt at humor gone awry.
You better not try to stand in my way
As I’m a walking out the door.
Take this job and shove it
I ain’t working here no more.