but I don't know what that means...
So, I posted my very first blog earlier today and my score has risen to 35. Woohoo! I really have no idea what the score means or if it's going to go in my permanent record, but it's a thrill to see it skyrocket!!! I guess I could read the explanation on the JU homepage, but that will have to wait.
I was talking with a buddy today about some of the shining beacons of leadership we've had the misfortune of crossing paths with in the past. I'm sure you've all had similar people to deal with. Micromanagers, decision avoiders, finger pointers, or just plain dicks. Well, I told him about a guy I worked my first tour to Korea.
This particular situation happened on an "exercise" where we drove down to Daegu and tried to show off our aircraft and it's truck mounted relay/download station to some Korean generals. My friend Ho and I were tapped to do translation duty during the trip. The entire trip was supposed to be under exercise rules, but being a Korean linguist, I knew that when dealing with Korean military officers, once the official business is over, the party begins. Almost daily we were invited to dinner with some senior officer or NCO. And everyday we had a conversation similar to this one:
chiprj: Sir, the Colonel/General wants to take us all out to dinner/drinking.
CPT UBettsYa: No, this is an exercise. No off postie for the soldiers that do the mostie!!!!
Ho: Sir, this is a Colonel/General here. He outranks you. When he asks you out to dinner, he's really telling you. It would be rude to tell him no.
CPT UBettsYa: No, my Westpoint ring will save me from any trouble and I don't care about the military customs of this country.
Little Lisa Brownnose: CPT UBettsYa!! CPT UBettsYats!! I caught chiprj and Ho with civilian clothes in the bottom of their bags!! Yell at them!!
CPT UBettsYa: Good little brown noser! I'll cultivate your hatred and distrust of the 98's!! You guys have been bad.
chiprj: (Whispers) Let's get him drunk down in Companion Club one night and cut his hair!
Ho: Good plan! And let's make Lisa cry before she leaves!!
So every night, we would get talked to/yelled at for "allowing" a Colonel or General ask us all to dinner. It was a miserable trip but we did get back at both of them. We did get CPT UBettsYa drunk down at the bar one night and we cut a bunch of his hair off when he passed out. A big patch on top near the back, so he wouldn't notice right away. And we also made Little Lisa Brownnose cry before she left.