Ah, "Military guy leaves military and goes into civilian management and brings military management concepts," what a classic. I remember working for one of these when I was sixteen. He was completely off his rocker.

I was working for a Boy Scout camp, it was my third year on staff and it was top five for most prestigious camps in the nation (competing with stuff like Seabase, Yukon, Philmont, and Northern Tier) and over the winter I was tasked by the outgoing Camp Director to create a mountainboarding program for the camp, and it may have been the first mountainboarding program in BSA I think, I recall this but it's been twelve years and it seems a bit grandiose so my mind might be playing tricks, it's possible we were the second and lifted it from the first, I don't remember how the director got the idea-- and he forwarded it to me because I had experience snowboarding; in Kansas).

Anyways, I did everything (with a minor guidance from the Camp Director on how to navigate insurance paperwork, I was only eighteen and cut my teeth on that as far as insurance goes) including sourcing components to make us compliant to insurance (we had to have certified handbrakes for the boards and some other sort of peripheral safety gear besides usual helmet and pads setup, I think a chest plate), ordered all the parts and assembled everything, wrote the safety brief, the maintenance cards for everything, and so on.

I got all of this done and come the summer (the old directors last and the new director's first with sort of a passing off thing going on) the new director decided that because I was just eighteen that I was too junior to run this program by myself and he put on another guy who was... nineteen or maybe just turned twenty.

This other guy was formerly a friend of mine who ran the blacksmithing program we had, and I don't know what the fuck happened to him in-between the year before and that one but he came with a shit attitude, wouldn't participate in briefing or maintenance, was neglecting regulations we had to have to keep our insurance; and so naturally I tried to talk to him about it, then to the area director (think DivO) and I was new to his area (scout craft for some reason, IDK why they had to shoehorn mountainboarding somewhere and I think because I was using a slop in a valley they put me in the adjacent 'area' which happened to be scout craft whose more focused on like knot tying and lashing and such.

Anyways I kept getting back the answer "That's your problem to work out with the two of you," as they thought we simply didn't get along. Anyways it got to the Camp Director who was ex military and simply saw me from a two dimensional angle, and looking at the other guy being older; took my off of my program and put him in charge and put me in the fucking store.

And the store, it's like cranking for year one staff members. Nobody except the store manager (same for kitchen) is a year two or three staff member, they're all fresh first years and this is sort of the least desired position for people getting their foot in the door. My first year I started with teaching photography and oversaw the conversation from chemical photog to digital, as well as taking the HAM radio program from the old guy who passed, so I got to learn a tonne about radio and then go teach that and do HAM installations weekly. Also personal management but that was boring.

Anyways I spent two years teaching, doing medial auxiliary duties, and activity coordination and this dude tethered me to a point of sale for a fucking fraction of minimum wage which was previously only tolerable because of the intangibles that came with it like free mountainboarding, knowledge, fun HAM radio shit, a photography lab, etc.

Yeah I don't think I made it a week after that. Maybe a week and a half, then I just didn't get out of bed to go to my shift and that guy came and tried to physically rip me out of bed and I told him I was done and left and worked some random job over the summer, got into college but couldn't get funding because I moved out at 15 and was an 'unaccompanied minor/ youth at risk of being homeless' and joined the Navy instead.

But what a fucking dickhead to take someone specialising in a thing, who knows it from the ground up, and take them off of that thing prioritising instead someone who doesn't know the first thing about it and was shirking responsibilities and had a shitty attitude on top of it. He was completely out of his depth as a camp director for Boy Scouts of America and caused a haemorrhage of long time staff members before his tenure was cut short the next year.