As detailed down in "I Must Be Nuts", I'd come to the conclusion that I needed to volunteer for the position of Assistant Den Leader. Now, having been in the military too long, I realized that this was a situation where I would HAVE to volunteer (thereby breaking rule #1 - Never Volunteer) but I have a rather diverse background and have been looking at old Cub Scout and Den Leader manuals for the last three years or so. If I didn't do it, who would?
You know, when you take on a job you 're not sure you want (or can do) - you can do it one of two ways. First - you can do a half-way job of it, just enough to get by, and hope nobody notices. And then, later, bow out gracefully. Or - you can go in and do the best job you can, knowing it's a temporary thing, and realizing that on-the-job training will make the difference between success and failure. In this job - I didn't see failure as a goal, or just getting by.
Having talked to the Den Leader, she was all for it. Paperwork will need to be filled out, uniforms gotten (and I'll have to pay for those, of course - this is a VOLUNTARY position, after all...) and so forth. Time was short - the first meeting of the new Den was to be 1 October. At 3 PM.
So yesterday I travelled to the local Scout Shop and picked up a uniform. It was odd buying one again - the last time I had to get any uniform items for myself must be a good six or seven years back when I was still in the AF Reserve. But whether military or Scout based, the principle is the same.
What you need won't be there in the size you need it. Or if it IS there, it's going to be misfiled, mislabeled, or 'still in the back - let me find one for you'.
I searched through the racks, found a pair of pants that were labeled 'Large-34". Well, they weren't large enough, and the length would have been perfect if I were 6'8". But I'm not, and a further perusal of the racks showed there were plenty of XL-28s, S-32s, M's of all lengths... but not a single... wait a sec.
Mixed in with a batch of XXXL pants was a single pair of XL-32s. They were a bit wide in the waist (thereby keeping up the old tradition - large was too small, extra large was too large) but the length was just right. Murphy must have been looking the other way momentarily, but he still had a chance because now I had to get a shirt.
Small- you have to be kidding. Medium? Nah. That won't do. Maybe if I were 21 again and 160 lbs.. but that's 30 years and a lot of good meals ago. Loads of those sizes on the rack. And then there were the Extra Large shirts. And larger. Much larger.
Sigh. Well, you get what they got, and adapt. I tried on an XL shirt... I ain't at that point yet, thankfully. Omar the Tentmaker must have had a sale on khaki fabric, because those were a LOT larger than I expected XL to be.
I figured if need be I could take in an XL shirt enough to get through today's meeting, then get it professionally altered. (Thought about returning it - but after getting patches and such on the shirt, I didn't see any way I could do that.) Murphy must have taken a coffee break then - because one of the sales staff came out with a handful of hangared men's shirts - and one of them was a Large. It is just a TRIFLE snug - but I've been meaning to lose a bit of weight anyway, and this will provide more of an incentive.
Summing things up - I got pants that were too big, and a shirt that's just BARELY a bit too small. This left other things - like socks. (Yes, the uniform code goes down to sock level. At least in the military all I had to worry about was making sure the exposed portion of the sock was black!) And NATURALLY, they were out of the issue socks in my size. But never fear! There were other, aftermarket options available. I ended up with a pair of "Woolrich X-Static socks. And they even had the size I needed... but it was mismarked. As usual.
Ah, it felt like the good old days.
(A note to ladies on men's socks... the shoe size that the sock is supposedly labeled for is wrong. If you buy socks for your guy based on it, the socks will invariably be too small. Say your guy has a size 11 1/2 shoe. If you buy him Large socks, based on the theory that the 'Large' will fit from 11 to 13 as is printed on it, the socks will be too tight and probably too short. Always buy the next size up, and he'll be comfortable every time.)
There were sufficient badges, numerals and other things, including stuff I didn't need and will be returning. All in all. the cost wasn't astronomical for a single uniform - but it was rather surprising when everything was rung up. (I guess I really didn't need the 'Den Leader' training kit, but figure I'll need all the education I can get on this job.) In the end, I didn't pay as much for this as I would for a new system board and processor...
But I'm getting a bit far off field here.
Today I did a bit more prepwork - getting ropes ready, doing up a board with Den Info and Rules on it, getting a couple more posters ready. And getting my uniform ready, putting on patches and numbers and insignia... I had that ironed and ready a good 20 minutes before it was time to leave. Didn't iron the pants, though. I wouldn't EVEN try to put a crease in them!
The rules? I read the guys were supposed to come up with their own, so I had some starters for them to discuss.
1. No Nosepicking.
2. No Farting.
3. No Wedgies.
4. Be Polite.
Yes, I wanted them to laugh, and then think. We ended up with... well, you'll have to wait until tomorrow for that. This is stretching on a bit, and it's about time to hit the sack. Tomorrow evening, I try to detail out what happened at the Den Meeting.
I was surprised.
VERY surprised.
And, oddly enough, nepotism works in certain cases.
J.