It surprised me when it first started happening—I mean beyond service personnel, such as waiters and waitresses who are often told to say it. When it’s genuine, it surprised me and I really didn’t know what to make of it. I just figured it was the grey at my temples.
Soon after that started happening, I went to work on a psych crisis unit and had three former high school football players as my aides. They all wanted to check out medicine as an option, so we trained them in safe take-downs, and gave them the courses for CNA certification, etc. They were the best young crew I ever had. Very conscientious toward the patients.
The morning my supervisor mustered them for me, they were lined up in rank and as they introduced themselves they addressed me as “sir.” I thought, Christ, what is this? But they were sincere about the work and understood the importance of it. Big, sharp kids. As to medicine, they were clean slates. It was a tough, dangerous job with some tough calls that required experienced leadership in order to do properly. Morale with these guys was of prime importance to get them to do this job. And their morale depended in a large part on my behaviour as their leader.
I realized quickly that these kids were right off the football field and used to addressing their coach, their leadership, in this way. It was a willingness to be led responsibly. And, although initially freely given, that willingness can be rescinded if respect for their leadership is lost through incompetence. It’s valuable. They understood chain of command and that worked for me.
Today, I am used to being addressed as sir, from waiters, vendors, sometimes even paying guests aboard my vessel, and younger Coast Guardsmen—simply because of my grey beard and skipper’s qualifications, but I know how fragile that respect is, how dependent it is upon my competence and behaviour. I would never demand to be called sir. You can’t ask for something like that. Being addressed as sir sets the structure of the relationship, simplifies things for both parties and everyone knows where they stand by general agreement. It is a status that I appreciate and am very careful not to abuse.
The equivalent in my world is “Ma’am.” I know female skippers who take umbrage if they are addressed otherwise. I understand this. The idea that a woman can work as hard and take the same responsibilities for lives and vessels and not get the same respect, would grate on me too. This all new stuff in the world. It means something different to them, something larger. I can understand that.