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[rubykatewriting]

During the last annual audit, there were no defiencies in the data collected for one of our studies. This is big news. Huge, actually. An auditor finds absolutely nothing wrong and generates no queries, which is essentially their bread and butter? Yeah, it's giant fucking news. Jigs are danced. Backs are patted. Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Anyway, I was one of the team members awarded as I'm the coordinator on that study. One of the head docs (major bigwig) in the institution comes to give a little speech and pass out the awards. Don't get me wrong, it was very nice to be recognized, but whenever I'm the center of attention I turn beet red and grin maniacally. This is my default setting in such situations. Fortunately, it was just my group, most of whom I like or at least tolerate. Plus I got this nice crystal plaque thingamajig with my name and everything etched on it.

But then, at our department staff meeting after that, my boss's boss announced the news and had my boss (also awarded) and me stand up. Cue the blushing and grinning.

Blech.

Comments

[briary-flower.livejournal.com]

But that's great news! You got a plaque thingie and you were in charge of something that went well and they noticed. That's brilliant! Yay!

[rubykatewriting.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's all good. Really. I just hate being the center of attention. This is why I much preferred the behind-the-scenes aspects of theater. I love the frantic chaos of doing stagework, but I don't need to be up on stage, all eyes on me.

That's the reason for the blech. I really appreciated that I was recognized, but I didn't need it to be in front of everyone else.

[briary-flower.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's hard being shy. Don't people understand they shouldn't look at you directly? They're always trying to make eye contact! What's up with that?? And all the sudden movements, oy. Personally, I would like some warning. Preferably by telegram. Well, was there at least some cake?

[rubykatewriting.livejournal.com]

Exactly! The second I saw the NSS people file into the room, I knew something was up. Oh but I could NOT keep my leg from jiggling under the table for the life of me.

Alas, no cake. Travesty! Although, the last time this award was given out, my co-workers received a cookie bouquet in lieu of an actual award. And the cookies were inedible as they were made very hard to maintain their shape and stay on the stick. Yeah. I much prefer the little crystal plaque thingamajig.

[briary-flower.livejournal.com]

No cake? I'm writing a letter to the management.

[rubykatewriting.livejournal.com]

This is what I'm saying! No cake.