Now Its a Done Deal!

That night I was going about my regular duties, having to assign areas for cleaning and things our platoon was resonsible for getting done.  I had a good day, a very good day.

As I went to talk to some of the guys one particular guy, a guy that always acted like we were buddies and always was trying to stick up for me but also always trying to tell me how to run the platoon and always trying to get out of doing anything himself.  So after I talked to him he came up to me in his very friendly, almost flirtatious manner, "Oh hey Sergeant, I'm not going to be able to do such-n-such (whatever it was I assigned him) so you can just give that to someone else."  And absolutely confident I was going to give in, he just walked away as if it were a done deal.  "Oh Sergeant", I called back to him, "I can't do that.  You need to get your assigned areas done tonight."  Still not convinced he couldn't win me over he said, "No seriously, I can't do it.  I have way too much stuff to get done.  You understand, right?"  He flashes a smile and tries to act cute then again, as if this were a done deal he starts walking away. 

I didn't want to have to stand up to him.  I really didn't but I realized then all his friendship and being nice to me was all pretend.  He wasn't a friend --he was a guy looking out for his own interest and he was using me to get it.  I didn't like that and I think I was more angry with myself for not seeing that earlier than I was at him.  From what transpired with the Sergeant Major and marching I now had a new set of eyes and I was seeing things much differently.

The Sergeant and I were standing near the top of a large staircase.  Even being Platoon Sergeant, I wasn't allowed on the male floors during certain hours.  While we were standing there talking there were other soldiers all about doing their work; cleaning the floors, etc.

I took a deep breath and called back out to the guy, "Sergeant!  I said no, I'm not reassigning your work."  He slowly turns around and looks at me and says, "Are you being serious?"  I assured him that I was.  He glares at me with such a look of anger.  I turned to leave and I heard him say to another guy standing near by, "Who does that b**** think she is?"  I turned around and looked at him and said,

"Your Platoon Sergeant!"  then walked away.

NOW its a done deal.