Give me Recognition

Here’s your chance to make another human feel appreciated (your own feelings of self-worth will rise accordingly).

Earlier this evening, I finished putting on a conference providing leadership training of a very fine quality to the union member I work for; the first done in 8 years. My co-workers, who designed (with some help from me) excellent workshops, and the support staff, who did amazing things with the material with too little time, (no matter how I tried to enforce reasonable deadlines), greatly contributed to its sucess. I’m more than happy to acknowledge this–this was not a one-woman show. But, and this is a big but, I WON’T get anywhere near the recognition I deserve for pulling this off because my boss is currently mad at me over an un-related issue (you would think at a labor union, the boss would be pro-employee–think again). So I’m willing to accept the accolades of strangers who have no idea whether I deserve it or not (I do, take my word for it, I worked hard. Have I ever lied to you?).

So here’s the deal–if you have ever failed to recognize someone for going out of her way for you, of working hard to make something worthwhile for you, of putting waaaay too much work into something others will take for granted, etc. etc., etc., I am now willing to accept your gratitude and congratulations to make up for all these failures. Bury me in praise, flatter me to excess, compare me and my efforts to the best and the brightest, and in doing so, be relieved of any taint of guilt for not expressing gratitude to those so deserving in your life. Yes, I offer myself up as a gratitude/recognition scrapegoat. Let the praising begin!!

consider youself praised

Praises be to Kallessa! The Lord shall smite thy enemies.

WOW, Kallessa. Great job! I can’t believe how well you and your staff pulled this one off so brilliantly. It’s clear you worked really hard. You get a raise. And a promotion. Plus a bigger, corner office. We’re giving you an unlimited budget and services of a highly acclaimed decorator to furnish it.

Also of course, you get a primo parking spot. And a Rolls Royce Corniche convertible. What the hell, we’ll buy you a new house, too. In fact, we’re going to give you your very own island for you vacationing pleasure (you get lots more vacation time.) Complete with a private staff of cute Polynesian house boys (or girls; your choice).

I feel better now. :smiley: [sub]Can I come hang out on your island once in awhile, pretty please?[/sub]

Carina42 Not only can you come play on my island anytime, I want you as my boss! (But the house boys are mine, all mine. No sharing, get your own).

All hail the unquestionable powers of Kallessa! Can I be your cabana boy? [sub]Is that the first time I’ve said something like that without linking to my picture?[/sub]

I edited the alumni mag for an English teacher. All 26 pages of it. Got no credit.