In my adult life my best friend, Essam, was Egyptian. He had been in the USA for one year. I hired him despite his saying I was to young to be a manager. His intellect was to hard to ignore. He eventually earned a Phd in Computer Science. Once I sent Essam and two other fellows to Albany, NY to work on a computer system. I had estimated it would take them three weeks to complete the task. Upon arriving at work seven days after they departed, I noticed one of the fellows at his desk. I inquired why he was not in Albany. He smiled and said all of the work was completed. When they had deplaned in Albany they were greeted by -20 something degrees. He said Essam was not pleased and expressed his displeasure. When they used the rental car, Essam made them go warm up the car, then drive it as close to the building as possible. They opened the car door and Essam would bolt from the building and literally dive into the now warm car. He would sit shivering while apparently cursing me in Arabic. They would hear a burst of Arabic then Geem (his pronunciation of my name.). Apparently Essam pushed the team to work 16+ hours a day straight through the weekend to complete their task. I was informed he was not happy with me. A bit later he was standing at my desk shaking his fist at me saying, "Geem, if you send me to that place again, I vill strike you!" To his chagrin I began to laugh despite knowing he was a national amateur boxing champion in Egypt. Some how we remained close friends perhaps since I never sent him to Albany again.