Oh my god, can I ever relate!
I had a Pam too. Only he was Ernie.
I ran the Operations Analysis shop at my Air Force intel listening post on Berlin during the Cold War.
If I very carefully did everything exactly the way Ernie wanted me to, my life could be smooth and easy.
Let’s not speak of that possibility.
He would occasionally grant me leave to execute my expensive technical skills.
My silver bars never seemed to be a match for Ernie’s chevrons.
Oh, and with him?
A thick Joisey accent!