It was just a matter of time. She was too high powered, had too much talent and was too good at what she did.
I'm talking about Cindy Pollard. She's gone, as of Thursday. Packed a moving van and drove to Sacramento. Something about a job as manager of external communications for PG&E.
Imagine that. Not only did she find a job, almost a miracle in this economy, but it's even better than the old job she had before, and that job wasn't bad either.
The 50-year-old Pollard has had Cynthia Pollard Communications since 1992. Clients are A-list. If this were the movie business, she'd have Tom Cruise, Steven Spielberg and Penelope Cruz. This being Bakersfield, clients include Aera Energy LLC, Young Wooldridge, Valley Republic Bank and PG&E, which is why the company has plucked her like ripe fruit and is moving her to its office in Sacramento.
Moving isn't easy. Not after growing up here, going to Highland High School, where she met her future husband, Mark (married 27 years on May 22), attending USC, working for Disney for four years and then returning to Bakersfield for her husband's job as a respiratory therapist.
The Pollards have raised their two boys here -- Spencer, 23, a musician with a punk band named Trash Talk and 18-year-old Chad, a freshman at BC.
Moving, with the bittersweet taste that comes with leaving somewhere we love, is a challenge no matter what. But telling her clients was harder than she imagined.
"Aera was my first client," she said. "They've watched me grow and I've watched them grow too."
Pollard's clients were happy for her and sad for themselves. No one was sorrier than her newest charge, Bruce Jay, CEO of Valley Republic Bank.
"She's asking me for a divorce," Pollard quotes Jay as saying. "I was a faithful to her. I was a good husband."
Pollard dissolved into tears and told him:
"We have irreconcilable differences. I'm moving away."
Doing PR work is interesting not only because you learn about your clients' business, but the clients themselves. Their children, their triumphs and their bumps along the way.
Nothing provided a more in-depth glimpse of human nature than Pollard's 15-year gig with George Martin ("I can't recall her ever making a mistake that came back to haunt a client") and the Bakersfield Business Conference.
Speakers Barbara Bush, Benazir Bhutto and John Cleese provided Pollard a lifetime of memories.
"I introduced Cleese to reporters in the press tent," Pollard said. "He started miming words, pretending as if the microphone didn't work. I was wired tighter than a hat band and he saw the horrified expression on my face and started laughing.
"I told him, 'I should slug you,' and he said he go ahead. I punched him on the shoulder."
Pollard hasn't been all business. In addition to attending almost every one of her boys' soccer and basketball games, Pollard is a motorcycle momma. And I don't mean she sits on the back of one with her arms wrapped tenderly around her husband's waist.
She rides a Harley Davidson 2003 Heritage Softail Classic. Last weekend, she and her husband Mark blasted off on a farewell ride to the Central Coast with friends.
She said goodbye to girlfriends, Chelle Haney and Claire Porter at luncheons at Mauricio's on Rosedale Hwy. Last Thursday, the Pollards threw a party at Action Sports and said goodbye to 100 or so friends.
Pollard has gone Nor Cal on us. Moved from a place for which she will always have a soft spot to an opportunity made possible by her exquisite professionalism. No one who knows her can be surprised.
Sometimes, you have to blame it on irreconcilable differences. This time, it's the difference between where she's been and where she's going.