So this is an old story, going back to 1993-96, when I was a Sergeant assigned at 3rd Bn, 1st Marines as their Warehouse Chief with one week of turnover.
I had never been at unit-level supply until then, I cut my teeth as a MEF-level warehouse drone and did time at a Supply Admin office and Property Control at the San Diego MCRD (Boot Camp.)
Learning your duties on-the-job when you are supposed to be the one in charge is tough. Fortunately, the younger Marines were decent and it was not within their personalities to take advantage of my lack of experience.
I was taken to task early by the Supply Officer within my first month for not being psychic. You see, Lima Company was scheduled for 29 Palms for a CAX, drove up at 1530 on a Friday and wanted their stuff.
"What 'stuff?'"
The drivers and the Police Sergeant could not be specific what "stuff" consisted of, only the Company Gunny knew that. It did not take long to figure out what they needed once we knew where they were headed, and get it signed for and loaded, but I caught hell with the Supply Officer the following Monday for not having the foresight to have what they needed staged for them to grab and go even though they never requested or articulated ahead of time exactly what they needed or in what quantities.
Needless to say, that never happened again. I made sure to keep ears open for upcoming S3 events, met and ensured I kept in touch weekly with all the CoGy's, and even put together pre-sorted CAX "blocks" using a gear list the CoGy's and I all tabled together.
More old stories form the same assignment and time frame will follow.