When I reported aboard my first ship in 1984 in the Persian Gulf I was appointed Auxiliaries Officer. Among the 72 compartments on that ship that were now, in essence, mine, I found a unique couple just above Emergency Diesel Generator #1 and just below E and A Division berthing. It wasn't like the run of the mill machine shop, boat shop, my office in the former Senior Troop Commander's office or anything like the ballast pump rooms, JP 5 pump room or even After Steering. It was, as you guessed it, the Brig. 2 cells as I recall plus the compartment holding the Petty Officer of legal assigned to torture prisoners in the cells on a warship then at sea in a combat zone. Srsly. One had to pass this palace to get down to EDG#1 with it's utterly useless Woodward governor where the equally useless generator would instantly flail to life when the automatic bus transfer switch told it the load was lost and compel it start and come on line. It would start just fine. Nothing wrong there. The governor would let it over speed trip at about 8000 rpm and there was nothing we could do to fix it even after calling in a very expensive tech rep from Woodward.
Most people picked up on the power failure when the main switchboards and steam turbines went offline. Every other soul on that ship could hear EDG#1 start and howl its way to the point where the over speed trip caused it to trip offline and shutdown. Me and the rest of A gang used to head all the way aft to the port wing wall basement where EDG#2 was and make sure it was going to survive.
We had problems with that once in the Red Sea where some obnoxious supply petty officer from HM-14 had closed all the cooling supply valves to the generator because he was getting 'condensation' off the pipes on his precious HM-14 RH-53 worthless helicopter supplies. Yeah, I did the JAGMAN on that one when we lost 2 cylinders on that Fairbanks Morse diesel forever because he'd completely chopped off all cooling to the thing.
We went out today to pick apples with a gang that's been doing it for the last 10 years and then we went to lunch for Indian cuisine. It was all good. I think a great time was had by all. It was fun to see the head of the Department know what he was doing and take leave of us and his wife and assistant and family from the one table in order to go over and spread the love, respect and affection he had for the grad students he had taught over the years that came out today at the table they were sitting at.
He came back when his only adorable grand daughter and her parents joined our table, to spend some quality baby holding time before heading back.
I'm not an academic nor academic trained. The leadership on display today was just exactly like what I was trained for and was flawlessly executed. It was a study in how to build teams to make things you want to, happen.
It was a good day. Wish you could have been here.
The post script. As I recall, 100% of ship's brigs were derated and declared null and void in 1983. What I essentially owned and never actually went into were 3 or 4 sizeable compartments on a warship that used the shaft alleys and stray voids as storage for essential supply part storage. The Supply Department had extensive spaces for that kind of thing but they never stored what you absolutely had to have right now and so engineers over the millennia have taken to finding places to store the stuff they really really really need while Supply works on sending in a request to an indifferent system that may, or may not, send them. Plus, all they really have is the enginerooms and need to find places to store the stuff they need and it's always, 'off the books'.
Supply really really hates us since we keep foiling their ineffable system.