THE SARGE looks at old training photos and sees the future: his own. Dilbert isn’t just in the corporate world.
I must’ve re-watched that particular module 3 or 4 times, trying to catch everyone else I knew. It was amazing to see these guys when they were fresh-faced youngsters just out of high school. You could see actual hints of happiness in their eyes coupled with the intense look of determination in their sharp, toned faces. I was being given a rare gift: The chance to see my supervisors before too much beer and bullshit took their toll on them. The young men in the pictures weren’t the scared, dreary and doughy men that I knew and worked for. I could relate to the men in the pictures, but not the guys I saw everyday that had been broken down by the system.
What I didn’t realize at the time was that I was also being given a glimpse of my own future. I was too busy making fun of the old pictures to realize that my future was staring me right in the face when I looked at them in the flesh 12 years later. The happiness and life in their eyes was replaced with resignation and defeat. They were eyes that had seen too much shit and just didn’t give a damn anymore. There was no hope, no zeal. Just a look of wanting to get shit done with a minimal amount of BS so they could go home, spend time with their families and look forward to retirement. It’s a face I’m all too familiar with nowadays. I see it every day in the mirror.
On the other hand, I remember once when I was a pretty new professor, asking another guy about some of our nearly-retired “deadwood” colleagues. “Do you think they expected to end up that way?” I asked. “Are you kidding?” was the response. “They planned to end up that way.”