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Some sweet karma flowing. Fresh from my disappointing run-in with the NJ transit police who issued a demand for $74 of my hard-earned money for one small slip of protocol, I came into work feeling, how did Bob Martin put it, "a little self-conscious anxiety resulting in non-specific sadness... in other words, blue."

There at work, I was surprised during our company's monthly update meeting to be awarded Employee of the Month. Complete with a check (for more than thrice my ticket penalty) and a shiny trophy on a heavy marble base, that for some reason, made me think of spittoons and bludgeoning people. (I think this second alarmed J a little, because I kept repeating it. So silly; I don't want to bludgeon him. He's the one who nominated me for the award in the first place. I just want to bludgeon, you know, terrorists and rapists and stuff.)

Anyway. That cheered me up a bit. It's nice to be recognized and appreciated and awarded and repeatedly congratulated. I'd never won a trophy before. I got medals in grade school for honour roll and an honourable mention ribbon in a science fair once and I think that's about it.

I'd like to thank my parents, and my agent David Himelfarb, and Hitler, and my roommates Gina and Cheryl, and my fellow team leaders Brando*, Space Drink* and Play-Doh*, and, of course, Mon Capitan.

*Not their real names, but very cleverly related to their real names. Oh, the cleverness of me. Crow-crow-crow.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:41 PM | shower me with attention