So when are you going to change the name of this from "Karma" to "50 shades of green"?
Case Study: Karma
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Unfortunately, the "50 shades" stuff that goes on in this case study, actually happened. The whole "you can't really prove adultery without photos" thing is almost exactly how it went down between my boss and me.
And then there's the thumb drive that was found in the parking lot... :sick:
Fuck me sideways...
That's a good way to summarize the contents of that thumbdrive. Which by the way were unrelated to the adultery case.
I sent Chopstick a PM detailing exactly what happened, as well as a short description of what my detachment sergeant found when we went to one of my guy's houses to get his deployment gear for him (he was under a restraining order, and his girlfriend was still living at his house).
But that's all kind of getting away from what this case study is about, which is leadership and professional development. I'm sure there are people on the site who are much more adept than I when it comes to writing about more prurient topics ;)
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So obviously a reflection of the camera man was in a mirror or the sweaty rump of the cow that was being shagged, no? Maybe a letter was found? Shit, I was hoping the dirty deeds was between Delano and Rollins. LOL!
There will be none of that, lol. I already feel the storyline drifting a bit from what it is supposed to be about, which is leadership. I'll try to get it back on track with the next couple of posts.
“Good morning sir,” Faith said pleasantly to The Dud. “What can I do for you today?”
“Oh, Mary here,” he began, indicating LT Delano, “said she was coming over here to do some change of command stuff, and I thought I’d come too, you know, to help out.”
Faith saw Chief Rollins inconspicuously roll her eyes towards the ceiling. Thinking back, you can recall a grand total of three times that The Dud has ever bothered to take the time to bring his fat ass all the way over to the MID. Two have those three times have been with LT Delano. Interesting.
“Well sir, you know, I think the lieutenant, the chief, and First Sergeant have that under control,” Faith stated evenly, “But I’ve been wanting to talk to you about the upcoming inspection anyway. Did you drive or ride with Chief and LT Delano?”
“Uh, we all rode over together in Chief’s car,” he replied dully. Outside of The Dud’s field of view, Chief Rollins made a pistol sign out of her index finger and thumb, put it to her head, and “fired.” Clearly, she was not pleased with having him come along for the ride.
“Perfect. Tell you what, I’ll grab my hat and we’ll take my truck back over to the Group headquarters, I have some people I need to talk to and I’m working on something I need your advice on,” Faith stated, gathering the papers and photos together and putting them back into the file.
“Great idea, sir!” exclaimed Chief Rollins, quickly exiting the room.
“See you later, Major Dudley,” said LT Delano, departing just as rapidly.
“Oh, Mary here,” he began, indicating LT Delano, “said she was coming over here to do some change of command stuff, and I thought I’d come too, you know, to help out.”
Faith saw Chief Rollins inconspicuously roll her eyes towards the ceiling. Thinking back, you can recall a grand total of three times that The Dud has ever bothered to take the time to bring his fat ass all the way over to the MID. Two have those three times have been with LT Delano. Interesting.
“Well sir, you know, I think the lieutenant, the chief, and First Sergeant have that under control,” Faith stated evenly, “But I’ve been wanting to talk to you about the upcoming inspection anyway. Did you drive or ride with Chief and LT Delano?”
“Uh, we all rode over together in Chief’s car,” he replied dully. Outside of The Dud’s field of view, Chief Rollins made a pistol sign out of her index finger and thumb, put it to her head, and “fired.” Clearly, she was not pleased with having him come along for the ride.
“Perfect. Tell you what, I’ll grab my hat and we’ll take my truck back over to the Group headquarters, I have some people I need to talk to and I’m working on something I need your advice on,” Faith stated, gathering the papers and photos together and putting them back into the file.
“Great idea, sir!” exclaimed Chief Rollins, quickly exiting the room.
“See you later, Major Dudley,” said LT Delano, departing just as rapidly.
my answers:
Drink heavily.
Start with beer, move to scotch, then moonshine.
Shoot Al James and the Dud for GP.
Well, some of that might sort itself out on its own before too much longer.
Any conversation with The Dud tends to be mindnumbingly irritating, and the talk that took place during the ride back over to the Group headquarters building proved to be no exception. The Dud spent most of the time talking about (well, stammering through) a lengthy and confusing train of reasoning why it was good he was leaving Group, and how his next job at Division is a promotion. Faith stopped listening shortly after The Dud started talking, and was grateful that the drive only lasted 20 minutes. Faith had intended to talk with The Dud a bit about their pending turnover, but even after this little bit of time with him, Faith felt himself getting irritated. So it was a with a bit of relief that when they pulled into the parking lot, he saw MAJ Ripley standing outside with a duffle bag and stuffed kit bag at his feet.
“Hey sir,” said Faith, “hate to cut you off, but I need to see MAJ Ripley real quick. Can I come see you in your office later?”
“Uh, sure,” said the Dud as Faith parked the car and the two parted company.
“Hey sir!” said Faith enthusiastically as he approached Ripley. As he got closer, Faith noticed that Al James was standing beside Ridley.
“Scott!” exclaimed Ripley, “I’m glad I got to see you before I had to take off.”
“I didn’t know you were leaving so soon,” replied Faith.
“Yeah, I didn’t either, but the CJSOTF says they need me as soon as possible, and there’s a Task Force C-17 leaving this afternoon. I’m just waiting for my ride to get here to take me to the airfield.”
“Well, sir, I’m not doing anything right now,” said Faith, “I’ll be glad to run you down to the airfield.”
“I think I’ve given you enough to do already,” Ripley stated with a wink. “My wife is on her way here, thanks for the offer.”
Ripley paused and looked at Faith for a moment. “I know you have a lot on your plate right now, but I wouldn’t have put it all on you if I didn’t think you could handle it. Knowing that you’re going to be here when I’m gone is a load off my mind. Especially with the most recent thing I gave you to do,” he added, meaning the investigation. Faith, feeling a bit awkward, involuntarily glanced over at Al James, who did not seem to be paying the slightest bit of attention to the conversation.
“Uh, roger, sir,” mumbled Faith.
“OK, here’s my ride,” said Ridley. “Scott, you’re a fine officer and I’m very pleased to have known you.” He shook Faith’s hand, and then James’, and then tossed his bags into the car’s trunk.
“See you when you get back, sir,” said Faith, optimistically.
Ripley pauued for a moment, both hands on the top of the open truck lid. “Right,” he replied with a sigh. With that, the slammed the trunk shut, got into the car, and was gone.
Faith looked over at James; throughout this whole time, Al James had said nothing. He shook hands with Ripley before he left, but it was without warmth, almost… mechanical.
“Hey Al, how are things going?” Faith asked.
“My wife is divorcing me,” he said, without emotion. And then he turned and walked away.
“What weirdo,” Faith said out loud to himself after James was safely out of earshot.
“Hey sir,” said Faith, “hate to cut you off, but I need to see MAJ Ripley real quick. Can I come see you in your office later?”
“Uh, sure,” said the Dud as Faith parked the car and the two parted company.
“Hey sir!” said Faith enthusiastically as he approached Ripley. As he got closer, Faith noticed that Al James was standing beside Ridley.
“Scott!” exclaimed Ripley, “I’m glad I got to see you before I had to take off.”
“I didn’t know you were leaving so soon,” replied Faith.
“Yeah, I didn’t either, but the CJSOTF says they need me as soon as possible, and there’s a Task Force C-17 leaving this afternoon. I’m just waiting for my ride to get here to take me to the airfield.”
“Well, sir, I’m not doing anything right now,” said Faith, “I’ll be glad to run you down to the airfield.”
“I think I’ve given you enough to do already,” Ripley stated with a wink. “My wife is on her way here, thanks for the offer.”
Ripley paused and looked at Faith for a moment. “I know you have a lot on your plate right now, but I wouldn’t have put it all on you if I didn’t think you could handle it. Knowing that you’re going to be here when I’m gone is a load off my mind. Especially with the most recent thing I gave you to do,” he added, meaning the investigation. Faith, feeling a bit awkward, involuntarily glanced over at Al James, who did not seem to be paying the slightest bit of attention to the conversation.
“Uh, roger, sir,” mumbled Faith.
“OK, here’s my ride,” said Ridley. “Scott, you’re a fine officer and I’m very pleased to have known you.” He shook Faith’s hand, and then James’, and then tossed his bags into the car’s trunk.
“See you when you get back, sir,” said Faith, optimistically.
Ripley pauued for a moment, both hands on the top of the open truck lid. “Right,” he replied with a sigh. With that, the slammed the trunk shut, got into the car, and was gone.
Faith looked over at James; throughout this whole time, Al James had said nothing. He shook hands with Ripley before he left, but it was without warmth, almost… mechanical.
“Hey Al, how are things going?” Faith asked.
“My wife is divorcing me,” he said, without emotion. And then he turned and walked away.
“What weirdo,” Faith said out loud to himself after James was safely out of earshot.
Since he was already in the area, Faith decided to go over to the HQD to see if he could arrange an appointment with SGT Small to talk about the investigation. His intention was to speak with both CPT Castelli, who was shortly to assume command of the HQD, and the HQD’s detachment sergeant, Master Sergeant Horner. However, he found that both men were out doing change of command inventories, and probably wouldn’t be back until much later that afternoon. SGT Small, however, was there.
Faith decided to break protocol a bit and not inform either the commander or the detachment sergeant about the investigation before talking to SGT Smalls. Smalls is a tough-looking man with a bushy moustache and rough hands. He seemed dejected and resigned about his wife cheating on him with other Soldiers.
“This isn’t the first time this has happened, sir,” he said when Faith explained about the investigation. “I already filed the divorce papers. It’s time for me to finally DX her and get on with my life.”
Faith and Small talked for about 30 minutes, during which time Small explained how he came to discover the photos and thereby uncover his wife’s latest infidelity. He said his wife readily enough provided details about the two Soldiers in the pictures, but flatly refused to give up any details about the “officer” she claimed had also been there.
“Do you have any idea who it might be?” inquired Faith.
“No sir, and I’m not even sure if she’s telling the truth about that in the first place. She was probably just trying to start trouble.”
“Does your wife know any of the officers in the Group?” Faith prompted.
“Not as far as I know,” Small replied.
“Not even CPT James?” Faith prodded.
Small was silent for a second. “Sir, I’ve known CPT James for a long time. He and I served together in both Afghanistan and Iraq. He is an officer of the highest integrity, and no I don’t believe for a second he had anything to do with this.”
Faith, wishing he had been a bit more subtle, said nothing.
Small leaned back in his chair. “Look, sir, I just want this to be over. It’s embarrassing enough that it happened, and that everyone knows about it. I’m divorcing my wife, and I just want it to be over with. I don’t want to press charges or whatever.”
“You don’t want the people who did this to be punished?” Faith inquired, incredulously.
“That has already been taken care of, sir,” Small said evenly.
Faith didn’t exactly know what that meant, but he could imagine.
“OK, well listen, I have your sworn statements, I am going to talk to the other guys involved, and the commander finds them guilty, then I’m sure he’ll mete out appropriate punishment. And I’m going to see if I can find out who the other person involved was, if there was one.”
“Whatever you want to do, sir, I’m done with her and I don’t care anymore.”
Given this information, how should Faith proceed with the investigation?
Faith decided to break protocol a bit and not inform either the commander or the detachment sergeant about the investigation before talking to SGT Smalls. Smalls is a tough-looking man with a bushy moustache and rough hands. He seemed dejected and resigned about his wife cheating on him with other Soldiers.
“This isn’t the first time this has happened, sir,” he said when Faith explained about the investigation. “I already filed the divorce papers. It’s time for me to finally DX her and get on with my life.”
Faith and Small talked for about 30 minutes, during which time Small explained how he came to discover the photos and thereby uncover his wife’s latest infidelity. He said his wife readily enough provided details about the two Soldiers in the pictures, but flatly refused to give up any details about the “officer” she claimed had also been there.
“Do you have any idea who it might be?” inquired Faith.
“No sir, and I’m not even sure if she’s telling the truth about that in the first place. She was probably just trying to start trouble.”
“Does your wife know any of the officers in the Group?” Faith prompted.
“Not as far as I know,” Small replied.
“Not even CPT James?” Faith prodded.
Small was silent for a second. “Sir, I’ve known CPT James for a long time. He and I served together in both Afghanistan and Iraq. He is an officer of the highest integrity, and no I don’t believe for a second he had anything to do with this.”
Faith, wishing he had been a bit more subtle, said nothing.
Small leaned back in his chair. “Look, sir, I just want this to be over. It’s embarrassing enough that it happened, and that everyone knows about it. I’m divorcing my wife, and I just want it to be over with. I don’t want to press charges or whatever.”
“You don’t want the people who did this to be punished?” Faith inquired, incredulously.
“That has already been taken care of, sir,” Small said evenly.
Faith didn’t exactly know what that meant, but he could imagine.
“OK, well listen, I have your sworn statements, I am going to talk to the other guys involved, and the commander finds them guilty, then I’m sure he’ll mete out appropriate punishment. And I’m going to see if I can find out who the other person involved was, if there was one.”
“Whatever you want to do, sir, I’m done with her and I don’t care anymore.”
Given this information, how should Faith proceed with the investigation?
Well of course he "should" proceed, ;) but how?
Fine. But you're even more of a slave driver than MAJ Ripley! ;)I dont even understand what all the three initial things stand for. IDK. Just proceed!
Over the next couple of days, Faith interviewed the two Soldiers who had been seen with Small’s wife. Both of them showed very conspicuous signed of having recently been in a fight, but neither of them would discuss it when Faith asked them about the scuffs and scars. They also refused to say who the third person involved in the affair was, both of them invoking their right against self-incrimination. Faith found this a bit strange, since they were willing to admit to the affair, but not willing to rat out their third compatriot. Both seemed genuinely remorseful.
With the confessions in hand, and getting nowhere with figuring out who the third person was, the investigation didn’t take much time. Faith completed his report, recommending a relatively light punishment in part due to the “barracks justice” he perceived had already been delivered. He recommended extra duty, a fine, and a transfer out of the Group as punishment for both men. Of the three, transfer out of Group was the worst punishment.
Faith was not pleased that he was unable to find out anything else about this mysterious “officer” that Small’s wife mentioned, but MAJ Ripley told him to forget it, and the case was closed.
So, was a fine, extra duty, and getting PNG’d from Group sufficient punishment? What would you have recommended in this situation? And would you have continued to pursue the unknown “third cheater?”
Damn too bad I'm writing about Marines :-"
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