I don't think I was truly ready to work at Donnelly Industries. It was a bit hectic. I could handle that. It was a bit high strung. I could handle that. It was very political. I couldn't handle that.

I hate office politics. It takes to much energy to keep track of whose derriere needed to be kissed and how to do it. I was never one to do that. I always manage to get into trouble when it comes to office politics. Meeting Kelvin Anderson would let me know that Donnelly Industries had its on version of office politics.

Kelvin Anderson walked into our area. He walked into the area with a haughtiness that I had never experienced before. I paid no attention to it. He was a peacock parading around the room and I had no interest in this peacock. Apparently, everyone else was interested in him. Everyone else stopped what they were doing and focused on Kelvin. He looked nice in his well starched khakis and his even stiffer white dress shirt. The top two buttons were opened, slightly showing a little of his chest hairs. Diane looked at his opened shirt for far too long. I could only shake my head when I saw what she was looking at. I though to myself, "Lord, this place is going to need a lot of prayer."

Kelvin controlled the room with his baritone voice. He spoke just above a whisper so that everyone would have to concentrate on him and nothing else. He was conceited.

He talked about something, I wasn't paying attention. I had no interest in what he was saying. To be honest, if it had nothing to do with my work, I didn't care. He talked for a few minutes when he realized that I wasn't paying attention to him. He walked over to my desk, stopped, and cleared his throat. I looked up at him. He said, "Do you know who I am?" I smiled at him and said, "No, I don't. Who are you?" He said, "I am Kelvin Anderson, the Director of this department." He said the word director with emphasis, as if it was to let me know that he was somebody and that I needed to pay attention to him. I extended my hand and said, "Nice to meet you. I am Dana McCombs." He made no attempt to shake my hand. He didn't even acknowledge it. Before he walked off he said, "When I am talking, you need to make sure you are listening. What I have to say is important!"

That was that, office politics at its best. I knew from that moment on, I was on Kelvin's bad side.