Now that I know who Sergeant Newsome is and who my creepy stalker guy is --I'm intrigued and scared. After expressing such little interest in CSG (creepy stalker guy) for so long, what if he now has lost interest? Well, there's one way to find out. Talk to him.
I find out from my roommate (that works in PAC --a sort of HR-ish place) that SSG Newsome works in the Commandant's office. Just by coincidence, the Commandant's office is ON our daily stop for Inner Office mail. You see, every day about 1500 hours, an enlisted person from SJA makes rounds to deliver/pick up documents, mail, etc. There are several offices in the headquarters building, headquarters company and a few other places as needed. I hated doing these runs because it was such "gopher work" and I hated the headquarters building! I only had to do these runs when the others were not available --thankfully it was not my job! Every blue moon I'd ask to do the run and the Private that normally did it was all too glad to get a break from it. My ulterior motive was always to run a personal errand along the way, get a break from the office (Crim Law could get kind of intense sometimes) or to run by the snack bar and pick up a little afternoon treat! So it was this one particular day I decided I'd do the run myself and stop in the Commandant's office to see you know --who I might run into.
I can see this in my mind clear as day --because I'd eventually walk this path hundreds of times --- out the SJA office, turn immediately to the left towards the HQ building, enter the main doors, show my ID (you always had to show an ID to get into the building), turn to the left, take the stairs to the next level, turn to the right --and the first office on the right . . . . I walk in . . . .
There were only 4 desks in the office, it was quite small and there sitting at the desk right under the window that over looked the parking lot --was one Staff Sergeant Newsome. He turned from his desk when he heard me walk in. He looked and smiled, sat back in his chair and I was as nervous as if I was standing in front of the CG himself.
Trying to muster up as much confidence and military presence as possible I said, "Sergeant, do you have anything going over to SJA?" Oh Melissa, you sound so stupid! Think of something to say! Be smart! Be Witty! Be confident! . . but he didn't have anything for us and I couldn't think of anything else to say but I remember thinking how stupid I must have looked and sounded and why oh why oh why on earth would a Staff Sergeant like him have any interest in a measly private like me. I turned to leave and he said something like, "Hey, you're not the SJA person that normally comes up here every day." I told him I was just filling in and he asked me if I'd be back.
Yes, most definitely yes --I'll be back tomorrow! Yippee! Uh no, that's not what I said, that is what I thought. What I said was, "Well, its not really my job but if they need me to I will."
And then I left.
I find out from my roommate (that works in PAC --a sort of HR-ish place) that SSG Newsome works in the Commandant's office. Just by coincidence, the Commandant's office is ON our daily stop for Inner Office mail. You see, every day about 1500 hours, an enlisted person from SJA makes rounds to deliver/pick up documents, mail, etc. There are several offices in the headquarters building, headquarters company and a few other places as needed. I hated doing these runs because it was such "gopher work" and I hated the headquarters building! I only had to do these runs when the others were not available --thankfully it was not my job! Every blue moon I'd ask to do the run and the Private that normally did it was all too glad to get a break from it. My ulterior motive was always to run a personal errand along the way, get a break from the office (Crim Law could get kind of intense sometimes) or to run by the snack bar and pick up a little afternoon treat! So it was this one particular day I decided I'd do the run myself and stop in the Commandant's office to see you know --who I might run into.
I can see this in my mind clear as day --because I'd eventually walk this path hundreds of times --- out the SJA office, turn immediately to the left towards the HQ building, enter the main doors, show my ID (you always had to show an ID to get into the building), turn to the left, take the stairs to the next level, turn to the right --and the first office on the right . . . . I walk in . . . .
There were only 4 desks in the office, it was quite small and there sitting at the desk right under the window that over looked the parking lot --was one Staff Sergeant Newsome. He turned from his desk when he heard me walk in. He looked and smiled, sat back in his chair and I was as nervous as if I was standing in front of the CG himself.
Trying to muster up as much confidence and military presence as possible I said, "Sergeant, do you have anything going over to SJA?" Oh Melissa, you sound so stupid! Think of something to say! Be smart! Be Witty! Be confident! . . but he didn't have anything for us and I couldn't think of anything else to say but I remember thinking how stupid I must have looked and sounded and why oh why oh why on earth would a Staff Sergeant like him have any interest in a measly private like me. I turned to leave and he said something like, "Hey, you're not the SJA person that normally comes up here every day." I told him I was just filling in and he asked me if I'd be back.
Yes, most definitely yes --I'll be back tomorrow! Yippee! Uh no, that's not what I said, that is what I thought. What I said was, "Well, its not really my job but if they need me to I will."
And then I left.
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