SM: "Why is your belt buckle all scratched up? Isn't it regulation for that to be a black belt buckle?"
NCO: "Yes, SM"
SM: "Do you not think that it's important for your belt to meet the standards?"
NCO: "I do think it's important SM."
SM: "So why is yours all scratched up?"
NCO: "No excuse SM"
SM: "I'm going to suggest that you get that fixed as soon as possible Sgt."
NCO: "Yes, SM"
Then he finally lets them take a seat to start the interview. The interview is terrible. The SM would, in my opinion, intentionally design the interview to highlight deficiencies in some little folder of work goals, or some such thing that the NCO had submitted. It was impossible to sit there and not feel a little bit of pity for the NCO who was already visibly nervous about the whole thing, and then squirming under the unrelenting stare of the SM when he had them cornered on some inadequacy. To make things all the more awkward, the SM would ask questions, and then interrupt the NCO in the middle of answering. The question he interrupted with was usually entirely unrelated to the original question, so the NCO was constantly scrambling trying to formulate a good response before he'd get cut off again. It was really kind of painful to watch, especially when I felt like the NCO was not doing well.
The whole thing was very interesting to observe, but kind of freaked me out a bit since I will eventually have to go to board interviews, that I presume will be of a vaguely similar nature to try and get promoted so I can finally get some stripes. It's a ways off though. The 1st Sgt. put me in charge of marching the platoon the other day. Let's just say that I provided quite a bit of amusement to the rest of the platoon. It's a work in progress. I guess all those days of daydreaming through formation at basic are catching up with me in a bad kind of way. Maybe DS Scott was on to something when he told me that I needed to stay more alert in his formation...maybe.
2 comments:
what is Julie's address these days?
jon mcferson
This is the precise reason why I became an officer.
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