Pretension

Last week my Assistant Division Director asked me if I would attend the managers' meeting this morning to take notes for the people in my section, because my manager is retiring soon and refuses to go to the meeting. So I got all dressed up (well, okay, so I just put on a tie), and went down to the meeting, even though the whole thing didn't quite add up in my mind.

Seriously--my supervisor usually attends the meeting. There would be no sense in both of us being there, would there? And why choose me? I have the least seniority of anyone in the section. I'm not even licensed to do my job yet (but will be soon). So, anyway, I was pretty perplexed (I tried to find another 'P' word to add there, but couldn't find one).

So, to make a long story short, and that short story even shorter, it was a fake managers' meeting. Well, I guess it was technically a managers' meeting, but only in the sense that there were many managers meeting together (see, I got three 'M' words. 'P' words are just harder).

It was an "Employee of the Year" recognition meeting, and I was the employee of the year for my division (there are about 50 of us). They made me stand up in front of everyone and gave me a letter and a "Payday" candybar. It was pretty embarassing, but good to know that I'm appreciated.

I'm not a really good self-horn-tooter (that's fun to say, though), but it was really nice to be recognized for the contribution I make. And, even more important to me, it's nice to be in a position where I can make a meaningful contribution.