From various accounts, it appears the matter was handled fairly and judiciously. There was a charge, a hearing, a trial, and a verdict, all before Edward Greenwood got back from the errand Bloomberg had sent him on. That 's what they call running government like a business. In this case, that business would be the mob.
The real story here, however, may be the alleged sanity of Michael R. Bloomberg. When he ran Bloomberg Media, even the most polite, formal resignations were not accepted graciously. Departing for parenthood was unconscionable. Jumping ship for another firm was treason. Even death as a basis for a leave of absence was viewed as suspect, though it was occasionally granted. Today, as lame duck mayor, Mike 's Napoleon complex is in full bloom. He needs to get back on the medication and save the bully routine for landlords, the Legislature, and Larry Silverstein.
These days, unfortunately, practically every aging billionaire you run into thinks he 's Donald Trump. Suddenly, megalomaniacs everywhere need to hear themselves say "You 're fired" just to remember they 're alive. Particularly dangerous are thin-skinned moguls insulated from the day-to-day grind and looking for a quick fix of hands-on management. They often acquire a Nero-like capriciousness, whereby a random act of empowered cruelty behaves like Viagra for the ego. Should you happen to spot someone from upper, upper, upper level management trying to get in the game for a few minutes, duck. Next thing you know, they 'll be landing on a flight deck in a jumpsuit and proclaiming "Mission accomplished."
Which should raise not simply a personality or lifestyle issue but a global issue. With far right American lunatics still boycotting French fries, few on this side of the Atlantic will admit that when it comes to the workplace, the Europeans have us soundly beat. Not only do we not enjoy the siesta --In the land of the free and the home of the brave, we 're not even allowed a siesta of the mind. That 15-minute cerebral pit stop may render us twice as alert and productive for the following three hours. But the suits would rather have your brain engaged like a flywheel than treat it like the living organism it is.
When long ago I worked for the City of New York, they weren 't too crazy about Nick at Nite, especially during the day. But few if any clients today are aware that the engineering designs I provide are gestated amid Entourage DVDs and Subways footlongs. If the inspiration for supporting a four-foot cantilever with a laminated wooden truss happens to come while cranking Led Zeppelin bootlegs in the bathtub, whose business is it anyway? If the structure fails, they 'll let me know.
But now, thankfully, there is hope for the Edward Greenwoods of the world. In April, Administrative Law Judge John Spooner handed down a ruling that surfing the net on the job is like glancing at a newspaper. The ruling was the result of a challenge by Toquir Choudhri, a 14-year veteran of the New York City Department of Education who was canned for browsing a few news and travel sites.
So c 'mon, Mike, shuffle the deck. Before you are embarrassed again, show us you can impersonate a human being. Bring back Ed. This is an office we 're talking about, not Buckingham Palace, and it 's not like the guy was smoking or anything. You can 't blame the dude for needing a little break. At $27,000 a year, he probably had to moonlight as an exotic dancer. So no hard feelings, Mr. Mayor. Your blind trust makes $27,000 in the time it takes Edward Greenwood to free a downcard.
With Greenwood in Albany once again serving you coffee, there will be nothing to fear that your food taster can 't handle. And you 'll always be secure in the knowledge that no matter what liberties he may have taken, Edward Greenwood will never be like Mike. If he were, he would have bought his job back.
Rich Herschlag, engineer, author, and former radio commentator, can be visited at www.richsrant.com.