Joan Crawford
Before she became a massive star, Crawford had a very rough past.
She worked as a prostitute, appeared in early adult films, and used the casting couch to get her start.
When she married Douglas Fairbanks Jr., his high-class parents were totally horrified, not just because she wasn't rich like them, but because everyone in Hollywood already knew about her reputation.
The warning letter was one paragraph. "Concerns have been raised about your attendance."
I read it twice, folded it into thirds, and said, "Okay."
I hadn't missed a shift in over a year. But I'd swapped plenty, because my team is short and someone always needs a favor. Each swap was approved on a small paper slip, signed by my supervisor, and I'd kept every one in an old envelope out of habit.
That night, I emptied it onto my kitchen table and sorted the slips by date. Forty-four of them, and each carried his signature at the bottom.
I counted how many days I'd worked that weren't on my original schedule. Thirty-one. I wrote the number on a sticky note and put it on top.
At the meeting about the letter, an HR representative was in the room. He placed the letter on the table and said, "Is there anything you'd like to add?"
I laid the stack of slips on top of it, and set the sticky note beside them. I didn't say anything...
DAVID LETTERMAN CALLED NORM MACDONALD THE BEST. AND HE DIDN'T MEAN JUST “A FUNNY GUEST.”
Norm appeared on Letterman’s NBC and CBS shows more than two dozen times. Letterman also appeared on Norm’s own programs.
When Norm died in 2021, Letterman praised his matter-of-fact delivery, bizarre mind and the way he could level a room without appearing to strain for the laugh.
That is a lovely kind of professional relationship: one great comic recognising something distinctive in another, then continuing to make room for him.
The industry often treats relationships as networking i.e who can help whose career. But admiration can also be simple: I like what you do, I like how your mind works, come back.
Who had the best chemistry with Norm on a talk show?
@empress_md@keshvibezTV Nothing shuts down a false accusation quite like documented evidence. Forty-four signatures, thirty-one extra days, and suddenly HR has some questions.
Captain Marvel “Carol Danvers” proves that a female superhero doesn't need to be overly revealing to look stunning. Elegance, class, beauty, and power all in one! ❤️
@essa_muse@Kceelight_hq Conan O’Brien and Norm had a special kind of chemistry. Their interviews were always unpredictable, and Norm knew exactly how to catch a host off guard.
@keshvibezTV Sometimes the things people call worthless are carrying stories and secrets they know nothing about. That little scratch could change everything.
A watch repairer told me my late grandfather's old watch was "worthless junk" and offered me a few coins for it. I wasn't selling it. I only wanted it to tick again. I thanked him, took it back, and noticed something odd scratched inside the case...
THE WOMAN WHO REFUSED TO SELL HER SMALL RESTAURANT FOR $2 MILLION HAD A REASON NOBODY EXPECTED.
When the property developer first approached Linda Brooks, she thought he was joking.
He had parked a black SUV outside her little restaurant in downtown Baltimore and walked in wearing an expensive suit.
The restaurant had only twelve tables, an ageing kitchen and a sign that needed repainting.
But the entire block was being redeveloped.
“I’ll give you two million dollars for the property,” he said.
Linda nearly dropped the coffee pot.
“Two million?”
“Cash offer. We can complete the paperwork within thirty days.”
She looked around the restaurant.
Her husband had died four years earlier, and she had spent nearly two decades building the business with him.
Still, two million dollars was more money than she had ever imagined having.
“I’ll think about it,” she replied.
The developer smiled.
“Take your time. But don’t wait too long.”
That evening, Linda told her daughter, Michelle.
Michelle immediately encouraged her to accept.
“Mum, you are sixty-three. You’ve worked hard enough. Sell the place, buy a comfortable house and finally enjoy your life.”
Linda didn’t argue.
But the next morning, she placed a handwritten notice on the restaurant’s front window.
NO PROPERTY SALE. BUSINESS CONTINUES AS USUAL.
Within days, customers began asking why she had rejected such a generous offer.
Then the developer returned.
This time, he brought a lawyer.
“Mrs. Brooks, I respect your attachment to the property, but this is a business transaction. You could retire comfortably.”
Linda placed two cups of coffee on the table.
“Do you know why I opened this restaurant?”
The developer shook his head.
“My husband lost his job when the factory closed. We had two children, very little savings and a landlord who wanted his rent. He started cooking meals for construction workers. I helped him serve them. Eventually, we saved enough to rent this building.”
She pointed towards a small photograph behind the counter.
“That man in the picture is my husband. He used to say that a good restaurant should make people feel welcome, even when they couldn’t afford much.”
The developer glanced at the photograph.
Linda continued.
“Every Monday, we give free meals to people who are struggling. Some are elderly. Some have lost their jobs. Some are just passing through difficult times.”
He looked at her.
“You could donate two million dollars to charity and still have plenty left.”
“I know.”
“Then why not do that?”
Linda leaned forward.
“Because this isn’t just a building. It’s a place where people come when they have nowhere else to sit.”
The developer left without signing anything.
But the story didn’t end there.
Two months later, a fire broke out in the commercial building next door.
The flames damaged part of Linda’s kitchen, forcing her to close the restaurant temporarily.
Her insurance covered some of the repairs, but not everything.
When the customers heard what had happened, they organised a fundraiser.
A former customer who owned a construction company offered labour and materials at cost.
A local chef volunteered to help with the kitchen redesign.
Even Michelle, who had originally wanted her mother to sell, returned to help manage the fundraising.
Three weeks later, the restaurant reopened.
On opening day, the developer arrived again.
Linda recognised him immediately.
He sat at the counter and ordered chicken soup.
After finishing his meal, he placed a business card beside the plate.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he told her. “I don’t want to buy your restaurant anymore.”
Linda raised an eyebrow.
Ladies, my husband (physician) went out with his other physician friend to a bar tonight. He goes out MAYBE 2x a year, even though I encourage him. I talked to him at 12:30am to say goodnight and he tells me they ran into a group of nurses from the hospital. I asked if he bought them a round? He said, oh no. I didn't think of that, ok. *pause* But I don't
@Hansonsmiz Plot twist: sometimes the most valuable thing you own isn't what someone is willing to pay for it. It's what it means to the people who depend on it.
@Neezrer He missed the one opportunity to impress an entire table of nurses. Meanwhile, his wife is at home coaching him through the social experience.
"Doesn't take initiative." That's what the form said, in the box where the comments go.
I read it, nodded, and said, "Thank you for the feedback."
That evening, I opened our ticket system. It lets you filter by who created a ticket. For the past year, I'd been quietly opening improvement tickets whenever something in our process looked broken. A form that confused people. A step that did nothing.
A report nobody read.
I filtered by my name and exported the list.
Sixty-three tickets. Fifty-one had been closed, and most of them with a note saying "done" and somebody else's name beside it.
Then I changed the filter to his name. The list came back almost empty.
I printed both on one page, side by side, with my column on the left. At the end-of-year discussion, a director sat in. He slid the form across the table and asked, "Anything you'd like to say?"
I turned the page around so it faced him. I didn't say anything...