Kenny Seybold is Facilities Manager for a 500-acre property dedicated to religious and social betterment film production. Through a distinguished career at Golden Era Productions for more than 30 years, Kenny interacted with Ron on physical fitness, housekeeping, food services, car and bike maintenance, and general service facilities.
As Facilities Manager for Golden Era Productions, I am responsible for all buildings, landscape, our car and truck fleet, domestic services, staff apartments and guest housing, including overseeing the gym, available 24 hours a day.
While you were here, you made sure everyone knew that you were an exception—whatever rules applied (and for good reason) you insisted they would not apply to you.
Your room was filthy and I distinctly remember you whining to me about how harsh the Chief Housekeeper was when your room was inspected for cleanliness. Your room was the only room kept in such a filthy state. And I guess because you were expected to clean it personally, this was too much for you. After you left, it required a top-to-bottom overhaul to restore it.
“Your room was filthy and I distinctly
remember you whining…”
Your specialty was manipulation. No one else walked into the galley whenever they wanted to make demands while spouting off all manner of threats—no one but you.
It happened in Motorpool as well: How many times did you go in and demand service? Threats? Even when you dumped your bike, the staff went out of their way to service you and didn’t even rate a thank you.
I know you stole several pulse monitors I gave you, never any exchange. Instead you came in demanding a pulse monitor, so I gave you mine. You, of course, just took it, didn’t use it, didn’t bring it back and didn’t bring any of the others back that I gave you. I can’t forget your attitude: “That’s how anyone was supposed to service me” nonstop.
“I know you stole several pulse monitors
I gave you, never any exchange.”
Essentially your message was that you were going to do whatever you wanted and to hell with what anyone said. All because you knew we cared about your son. You continued to demand whatever you wanted and thereafter you acted like you were someone who deserved it, or earned it. Very odd.
Even on your birthday, there you were sitting at the center table, soaking it up and making sure that everyone knew who you were.
And now look at you. Out there where you are and no one cares.