Nice guys finish last…
People should come with little warning labels. You know, like…”confrontational when intoxicated” or “feels the need to get defensive when cared for”…then it would be easier to be the Designated Driver during a work related night at the bar/club.
So, a few co-workers insisted that I go out with them to a dive bar and then to a club. It’s a Wednesday night and I figure they’re just going to have a few and chat while playing pool. Boy was I wrong. Turns out they’re on a mission to get very smashed and proceed to act like fools in public. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me…if I was not in the military and wasn’t the senior person in attendance. You see, in the military, whenever something goes wrong the senior person is partially to blame.
I don’t know how they want to view it, but I was merely being the responsible one in the group. I’m not in the business of making a lot of happenstance friends, especially not from work; it tends to cause disruptions in good order and discipline. I also know how to have fun and when to be serious…along with the habit of being honest about a situation…shame on me. So, when I infer that you’ve had too much to drink or maybe you should stop throwing ice around…it’s probably because it’s causing a problem.
I enjoy helping others…it may not seem like it at times, but secretly it’s one of my fondest pleasures. I generally try to be polite and a gentleman during certain situations. However, don’t mistake my kindness for weakness…
To make a long story short…I was watching over my co-workers as they partied. I politely refused drinks and dance invites from heavily inebriated female employees. I even went so far as to follow up when one crashed (sick in the corner) or disappeared. I was essentially playing big brother to all the women and men under my charge…because they’re Marines that I’m responsible for. I could’ve been an ass and ordered people around, but that’s not the way I do business either. The return for my kindness…snide remarks, comments about the nature of my sexuality, and a drama scene from a co-worker. She thought, because I wouldn’t dance with her and said that she had too many drinks, that I was calling her a slut!?! I had enough after that. I took a few of the drunken Marines that wanted to go home, back to base, and headed home. I don’t enjoy being abused or taken for granted.
And people wonder why I’m usually disinclined to be nice…
So, a few co-workers insisted that I go out with them to a dive bar and then to a club. It’s a Wednesday night and I figure they’re just going to have a few and chat while playing pool. Boy was I wrong. Turns out they’re on a mission to get very smashed and proceed to act like fools in public. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me…if I was not in the military and wasn’t the senior person in attendance. You see, in the military, whenever something goes wrong the senior person is partially to blame.
I don’t know how they want to view it, but I was merely being the responsible one in the group. I’m not in the business of making a lot of happenstance friends, especially not from work; it tends to cause disruptions in good order and discipline. I also know how to have fun and when to be serious…along with the habit of being honest about a situation…shame on me. So, when I infer that you’ve had too much to drink or maybe you should stop throwing ice around…it’s probably because it’s causing a problem.
I enjoy helping others…it may not seem like it at times, but secretly it’s one of my fondest pleasures. I generally try to be polite and a gentleman during certain situations. However, don’t mistake my kindness for weakness…
To make a long story short…I was watching over my co-workers as they partied. I politely refused drinks and dance invites from heavily inebriated female employees. I even went so far as to follow up when one crashed (sick in the corner) or disappeared. I was essentially playing big brother to all the women and men under my charge…because they’re Marines that I’m responsible for. I could’ve been an ass and ordered people around, but that’s not the way I do business either. The return for my kindness…snide remarks, comments about the nature of my sexuality, and a drama scene from a co-worker. She thought, because I wouldn’t dance with her and said that she had too many drinks, that I was calling her a slut!?! I had enough after that. I took a few of the drunken Marines that wanted to go home, back to base, and headed home. I don’t enjoy being abused or taken for granted.
And people wonder why I’m usually disinclined to be nice…