Since I have been invited to "contribute" to this little ole blog of Rexannes, I would like to tell one great story (there are many) about Rex that have given me so much joy over the years.
As a supervisor, good things, funny things, terrible things and down right ^&%$ed up things happen to you. I'm not so sure I know which category the following falls into, I will let you be the judge.
Rex had a Sergeant named Terry. They were both assigned to the "CREW" C.R.U. Crime Resolution Unit. One of many duties they had was of course community events and one of the community events was a kid fire safety program that the fire department had started.
The fire prevention program had the need for many things, someone to set up the shows, write the shows, schedule the shows with the Azle ISD, etc...etc.. and last but not least, be "an actor" in the show.
There were "straight" actors and then there were clown actors in the show. I, of course was a "straight" actor, meaning I would assist in the show, but as an officer in uniform to introduce skits, actors and play the part of the "serious" one.
We all had our roles and everything was working pretty good with the fire department when one of the main players in the FD left the department to go to another department. What were we going to do? We had a schedule, dates set in stone and a key "clown actor" had up and quit.
The show must go on...someone would have to step up to the plate but I was not involved in that "selection" process. As days pass, no one stepped up and we were going to have to re-write some of our plays...rehearsals were needed and things went from bad to worse. It was going to be difficult without that key player...
The next day Rex comes storming into my office crying her eyes out trying to tell me something. But between the snot coming out of her nose and the huffing and puffing trying to catch her breath I couldn't understand a word she was saying except for a couple of cuss words here and there. I thought something bad had happened, Noel screwed something up again?, the toilet in her house backed up?, surely she did not leave the gas station again the with gas pump hose hanging out of her patrol car..again...again????, I really did not know what was wrong.
Finally, I told her in my very cool supervisory way to shut the hell up, quit crying and cussing and tell me what was wrong..again..in a very very VERY COOL supervisory way.
So she begins to tell me how her Sergeant has gotten mad about the "script" and that she will have to become the "star" of the show...meaning she would have to play the clown...well I got news for you...that was NOT a good idea. She began crying again and couldn't talk...but I got this much...she was not going to be the clown...
We rewrote the script...and the show went on...and Rex did not play a clown...at least for that show.
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