Posted by Lieutenant Cara Esmé O’Farrell (Counselor / Education Specialist) in Mandatory Annual Counseling - Ian with Cara…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Mandatory Annual Counseling - Ian with Cara…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present
Ian stood at Cara’s door and felt a knot forming in his stomach. To say he was irritated at being here would be like calling a Nausicaan warm and cuddly. It had nothing to do with the woman on the other side of the door. He would have felt this way regardless of who it was. It was the idea someone at a desk a million light-years away thought it would be a good idea for him to dump his dirty laundry all over the floor and then miraculously feel less stress. Still, orders were orders and the parameters of the referral stated it was time for his annual evaluation, so here he was. Hitting the door chime, he waited.

Ian Bordeaux CDO

Hearing the chime, Cara stood up from her desk and walked the few paces to the door and hit the control. The hiss of air preceded the visage of the Chief Diplomatic Officer. “Ian, come on in.” Cara stepped away from the door so he could enter. Immediately to the left of the door was a desk sitting catty-corner. A variety of places to sit, including a large reinforced couch, and low tables dotted the rest of the open area. The right wall was taken up with a wall to wall, floor to ceiling storage until. Books, various pieces of art, and nick knacks covered the shelves. The office was filled with shades of green and blue, brown and orange.

“Can I get ya anythin’ from the replicator? Food, drink, a set of darts and a target?”

O’Farrell

“No thank you,” he said politely but moved to the chair across from her desk. “I know you are trying to make this easy but right now I am having a hard time seeing you as Cara and not someone I am reporting to.” Sitting down in the chair, Ian waited for Cara to assume her position on the other side of the desk. It was not like Ian had anything against the woman. She was well-liked by the crew and had a spectacular record. It was more the bad taste in his mouth of being forced to come instead of willing to come. Again this was not her fault but some stylus pushing pinhead light years away thinking Ian needed a box of tissues and guidance on his life choices.

“I heard congratulations are in order with you and the big guy,” Ian stated. Rumor on the ship was speculative about whether they were married, engaged, or just being shipped as Cardusk. His comment had genuine sincerity to it but also was a way to pass the hour before he was stamped mentally competent for another year of service.

Ian Bordeaux CDO