Driver IC woes

Drivers to be come in groups, and it seems that I got chosen to be the group IC in week 1 day 1. First time kanna sia. BMT that time, I never kanna, maybe it's because of my troubled leg, or the fact that I act ignorant and have no eye contact with the sergeants.

Why I so lucky? Maybe it's the fact that the previous group, someone by the name of Daniel Nicholas Tan spotted me. Got to catch up with him old times... Hahah friends since Camp Mambo in Mar 2002... And he got the chief instuctor to sabo me by asking me to be the IC. Thought I could run away from it when a staff sergeant chose someone else to be the overall IC for the whole group.

Things didn't go as planned, and the ICs got a little blurred along the lines. The other IC chosen by the staff silently became the overall accomodation IC, and I became the IC that assists the chief instructor in getting the strength and getting things going smoothly.

It's been a while since I got to be IC, and I felt a deja vu coming up. The previous time I was in charge of, I think it's the Sport Championships in SIT (a tri-sports competition to promote fitness and blah). There I was, the IC in charge of coordinating the events, but to have my 2IC to suddenly go solo (or something like that) and overshadow me, got me feeling like what I feel now: a manipulated puppet that follows.

Last saturday, my chief instructor went crazily regimental (we walk in steps then, not march) and asked me to command them. but in the end, my 2IC did it all. Maybe I admitted I couldn't handle the pressure, and shoved some of the publicly needed acts to my 2IC (cue, shouting for order).

Some of the ppl in the group could feel it, something like the 2IC being more reliable than me, but I can't really care.




I just don't like to lead.


Ok, if you people can put up with all this shit, I really thank you. and caution to those who can't, because there is some more shit coming, so you might want to go to the next post.

Then there are some people who love to play punk with me, and disregard everything I tell them.

One annoying Singh that is. He would push through me even though there is a lot of space around. and mouth lots of scornful stuff right into my face.

The final blow came when I passed him by and felt something thrown at my back. Asking a simple question of whether he threw the thing at me, became a shouting match, and nearly got into a showdown.

Made the move of apologising to him, got childishly rejected. I swear man, if he tries to make another move on me again, I will not hold my punches and kick his sorry ass. I've had it: what's the point of the military law, and possible superior suppression, if that guy still has a chance to pull off a prank on me, or make a clown out of me?

Come to think of it, it's been a while since I used violence to settle things. Percieved as a gentle giant, maybe they are trying to eat me up.

I've HAD IT.