When I first arrived at CNBC in June of 2007, Mark Haines was like the captain of the football team. He had been around a long time, scored some touchdowns, seen every play and could, basically, do what he wanted.
I was the freshman on the team, so he didn't even know my name. For a year. I can remember Mark even remarking something to that extent on the air.
It's not as if he didn't like me. Not in a bad way, but he just didn't care. Other things he didn't seem to care about: what he ate, what he wore, what people thought of him, and how he looked.