This beautiful soul just walked across the parking lot after a well deserved spring break. I missed her so much it hurt … but vacation is necessary. Our Director, Tiffany Scott Robson, is my right hand and my left. She IS The Market and nothing we have done would be possible without her.
For those of you that don’t know our story, I met a Tiffany my 3rd day on the job. The pandemic hadn’t hit Kirkland yet, and I still thought my biggest challenge would be to clean up the dump of a building that was our old location. I was picking up trash from under the stairwell when she approached me: she had seen my Facebook post that I was looking for a truck driver. She was a recent transplant from Texas, who relocated when her husband got a job at Blue Origin. I told her that the only truck we had was a 26-footer with air brakes and it was manual. I had never driven it before but was going to take it for a spin if she’d like to try, too.
“Have you ever driven a truck this big?” I asked.
“No … but I’m not scared. Let’s try.” She responded.
We drove that beast (I named her Bertha) around the fire department lot and on to Veterans Memorial with the cab jerking and the brakes squealing … but our laughter was notably louder. When I asked her to switch me, she got into the drivers seat and we quickly discovered that her feet didn’t reach the clutch. She wasn’t deterred though. “I can make this work.” She said.
“Was this the weirdest interview you’ve ever had?” I asked. Her work history was in Marketing and Team Development. “Absolutely” she quickly responded with a smile and an easy laugh.
I instantly liked her … on a cellular level …but knew she’d never take the job. I was in a horrible spot to be offering anyone employment, but I gave it my Hail Mary best shot and said “Tiffany, I’d love to work with you. If you believe that I’ll get us out of this mess, then go home and think about this and bring me your resume if you’re in.”
I watched her walk away across the parking lot to her car and remembered saying to myself, “you’ll never see that woman again.”
The next day I was in the same spot, still pulling trash out from under the stairs, and I looked up to a hand holding a resume. We smiled at each other.
And the rest is history and the future…
Welcome home, sunshine ❤️