My husband recently found out that he is getting promoted. It was great news and we are very excited about it. We are thankful that God has blessed us in the midst of a recession.
Here is a little background information for those of you not familiar with how military promotions work. In my husband’s branch of service, they give you a “line number” when you are going to get promoted. A line number is just what it sounds like…you wait your turn in line to get promoted until your number comes up!
After the list of persons getting promoted comes out, the promotees get together and sponsor a promotion party. Anyone on the base can come. Even though it is a party for everyone getting promoted, the persons that are getting promoted have to pay for the food. It’s weird, I know. When my husband came home and told me how much money he had to contribute, I laughed at him and said, “There goes your play money for this month!” He didn’t find it so funny. Anyway, I decided that my son and I would go to this party to support my husband. I figured that we could eat in food at least a third of the cost he had to pay.
When my son and I got there, I wasn’t quite sure where to go. Every entrance to the building had steps in front of it and I was pushing my son in a stroller. A really nice military guy saw my dilemma and volunteered to help me lift my son’s stroller up the steps. As soon as I walked in the door, I realized I was in the wrong place. There were tons of military folks in there throwing back beers at a bar and there were no civilians in there…definitely no children in strollers. I scanned the room but didn’t see my husband. Embarrassed, I quickly pushed my son down a side hallway and called my husband but couldn’t get him. I roamed around the hallways, looking out of place, until I finally heard my husband call my name. I was so glad to see him!
The festivities started and here are my observations:
1. The food served was decent. Considering the cost, I would expect nothing less. There were several varieties of chicken, mystery bites, veggie trays and more. However, you shouldn’t come hungry. Promotion parties are not for eating. Your job is to mingle and network, not eat. Why do I say this? Well, every time I started to put a piece of cheese or carrots in my mouth, my husband would introduce me to someone. Others also found it necessary to introduce themselves to me right after I took a bite of chicken. I know I’m a wonderful person to be around, but my goodness! I met a large number of people with greasy hands and food in my mouth. Not cute.
2. To the best of your ability, try to remember people’s names. I had people that remembered my name, but I couldn’t remember theirs. Military name badges helped me to save face. It makes people feel good when you know their name. I know that I’m always impressed when a person that I’ve only met a few times remembers my name.
3. Stay close to your spouse at parties. My husband walked away to get some food for us while I was talking to one of his fellow military friends that is also getting promoted. A Commander walked up to me and my husband’s friend and congratulated us on the promotion, saying that we deserved it. The Commander thought that my husband’s friend was MY husband! What made it funnier was the fact that my husband’s friend is of a different race than us. I noticed that the Commander kept looking at my young son and looking at us. I could see the wheels turning. We filled my husband in when he came back and had a good laugh.
My husband’s official promotion ceremony will be sometime next year whenever our “line number” comes up. I wonder if the official ceremony will be as entertaining as this one?