The DBJ Misses Glenn Hunter, But Not Really
Like a body’s immune system adapting to and accepting a new organ or tissue, FrontBurner (and D HQ) has formally welcomed DallasCEO editor Glenn Hunter. Similarly, like phantom pains amputees feel when they lose an arm or a leg, Glenn’s former co-workers at the Dallas Business Journal miss him but have forced themselves to move on. After the jump, a recap of the HazMat’s clean-out of Glenn’s old office … with pictures.
A certain DBJ staffer writes:
OK, I admit it, this is an attempt to embarrass my former boss!
Now that Glenn’s been gone from the DBJ for two months, we decided it was finally time to clean his desk. As you can see from the before picture, it was quite a job. We managed to fill up an entire dumpster.
We also found some interesting items among the masses of trees Glenn killed w/ his many chicken scratches (”Looks like ancient Eyptian” commented intern Tony on Glenn’s penmanship). Tony found some Clinique makeup (used) and some Beano (unused). There was also toothpaste — so Glenn’s pearly whites would be shiny when he went out to meet w/ Dallas’ finest. We also gathered up a fair amount of change (someone had already swiped the quarters) put it in a fish bowl and placed bets on its total. The winner was AME Glenda Vosburgh who came closest to guessing the total: $31.78. (She passes along her thanks!)
As a finishing touch, staffer Shashana Pearson-Hormillosa cleaned off six or so years of “ear goo” from Glenn’s phone. (Note her expression about the task.)
And now, the pics, starting with the before:
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All accurate, unfortunately, except for Shashana’s comment. There was no “goo”–ear or otherwise–on my phone!
Looks a ot like my office right now. Glad to see Glenn uses the piles system rather than the files. I don;t trust writers that are too organized…runs against the grain.
Perhaps “goo” is the wrong word. It was drier, flakier. More like flesh-colored bread crumbs that stuck to the receiver and pooled in the corner of the receiver cradle (note the whitish color just to the right of the hang-up button). This is just a case where the photos do not lie.
If you think that’s bad, you should see “his” part of the house.
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Jim Halpert works at DBJ?…I thought he was still with Dunder Mifflin.
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