At least once a day someone will ask me "So.... How's that Sergeant thing working out?"
Most of the time I'll roll my eyes and shrug and say "I don't think it's killed me yet. But I could be wrong."
"Are you sorry you did it now?"
Yeah. Kind of. I had alot less worries when I wasn't the one in charge. When someone had a question I could always just throw a thumb over my shoulder and say "Ask the Sarge."
Now it's someone else pointing at me and saying "Ask the Sarge."
Half of the time I look around and say "We have a Sergeant?"
Oh yeah. That's me. Snap.
I have seven days left of my probation. I've been told it's a pass/fail thing. Lt Beez said "I have your probation paperwork. I'll get it filled out and turned in the first of the week."
I offered him five bucks to fail me. Heck, I figured since he's an ex-Marine he probably can't count very high and he'd think that's alot of money.
No dice. I changed tactics. Said he if he didn't fail me that he obviously didn't have a hair on his.... head. He still wouldn't go for it.
Not that I really want to fail, you understand. I'm just naturally reticent about being in charge. Kind of neurotic. Like Woody Allen with a badge, if you can imagine that.
I have issues.
Some parts of my life would be easier if I was still just a COI.
But then I wouldn't have all of that fun paperwork to do almost every day. Whatever would I do with my time?
I still have seven days.
Let's see.... Saturday is going to be Donald Duck Day, International Young Eagles Day, The Wicket World of Croquet Day and National Strawberry Rhubarb Pie Day.
I'll take the strawberries, you can keep the rhubarb.
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