Many of the COs I have known over the years seemed to be concerned and hard working. One we had a few years back really tried to connect with the teenagers in the cong. even getting together with some one evening to watch a movie and eat pizza.
One from fairly recently, who really stirred me up, was an example of the "petty tyranny" syndrome I have observed over time in the org.
He was an organization man through and through, and was such a toe-the-line man, that is was evident even in his posture. He had all the elders in coniption fits trying to get all their documents and procedures in order for his inspection. He also had a particular quirk concerning where to sit at the KH during meeting for field service which drove me up a wall. Our ordinary custom was that the small group of publishers would sit informally and space out comfortably in the back few rows of the KH, with the conductor positioned just in front of them. Because I hate being stuck within groups of bodies, I would always sit at the periphery.
This CO insisted, demanded that everyone pack themselves (no empty seats) into the very front, center rows of the auditorium. Any stragglers were singled out for individual intimidation to join the herd. The first time ,I reluctantly gave in to his "theocratic arrangement". But I resolved that on his next visit, I would sit where I wanted to. Sure enough, next time I came for service , (a few minutes late) he had everyone packed in like sardines in the front center 4 rows of seats. I slunk in and sat at the back of the group, maybe 1 or 2 rows behind in an unoccupied row.
He focused in on me like a laser beam, and having spied an empty seat (where did that come from) on the first row firmly "invited" me to it. It sounded more like an order. I really hate public confrontations, but I looked him straight in the eye, and said in a tone which left no room for discussion, "No, I believe I will sit where I am ." The look on his face was as if I had physically slapped him, first amazement and shock, then a glimmer of anger, and finally to cover it, he made a half-joking comment, "We like obedience. I'll talk to you later."
I was ready, but he never said another word to me. No one else ever said anything either (about 30 people). I debated about approaching him about the whole thing , but decided against it.
LMR