Years ago, when I was about 25, I was driving a tractor-trailer for a concrete block company delivering block all over NC, SC, VA and east Tennessee. Then I was second shift supervisor in the block plant 5 nights a week and Saturday mornings.
Often my deliveries required I leave home at midnight to get there on time. Second shift didn't end until 11:00 PM. The long hours and stress were taking its toll.
One Saturday morning early I went in, fired up the concrete plant and started getting everything ready. Come starting time none of the 10 man crew was there. I kept the machines warming up and waited about 15 minutes. Still nobody showed up.
I called my boss but didn't get an answer so I called his boss-- the owner of the company. His wife answered the phone.
I explained to her that I was at work but no one had showed up but me-- it was impossible to run the entire plant alone. The phone went quite for a while then she said, "Billy, it's Sunday morning. We're always closed on Sunday mornings. My husband wants you to go home, take today and tomorrow off and be in his office early Tuesday morning."
I was panic struck! Nothing good could come of this, I thought.
On Tuesday morning I was in the owner's office before he came to work. He took me off the truck, promoted me to plant manager, and promoted the previous plant manager to vice president.
Then we had to hire a truck driver.