Flashback to the late 1990s, when this IT pilot fish is a civilian working for the U.S. Army -- and he's responsible for a very specific user.
"I worked for an Army rotary wing -- which means helicopter -- program management office," says fish. "All my other co-workers from my company worked in another building, including my new supervisor, a retired major.
"My task was to directly support the colonel in the corner office with database and software support. We were on a first name basis -- of course, his first name was Colonel.
"Every week I had to report to my supervisor's building to sign my timesheet. Most weeks he wasn't in the timekeeping office, so I signed and then went home. But one week he was in the office and immediately wanted to know why I was working in the other building, which was about three miles away.
"'I like to keep my finger on my employees,' he told me. 'I'm going to have you moved back here so I know what you are doing.'
"I told him that was fine with me, if that's what he wanted, but he would have to talk to the colonel in the corner office first because he was my direct report.
"I never heard another word about it.
"Funny thing is, my supervisor's wife worked about five cubes away from me. He visited her every day, but never came close to my cube."
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