Now I feel compelled to tell you a story
The regimental staff or "boneheads" as they were affectionately known, had a shitty job. It was an air base, and almost everyone else was a skilled tradesperson, or were groundcrew, or pilots. So at best of times, the boneheads felt a little out.
Once in a while, they got revenge by forcing us to be in a parade for some old geezer retiring or something, and they would also want fresh whitewash on the rocks etc. But usually that backfired