Don’t Wanna/It’ll Be Fine

I’ve been nominated by one of my ornery peers for our company’s “Employee of the Year” award.   I have no idea who it was.   “The alien” (as I’ve begun referring to Ian) keeps saying I deserve to be nominated as much as anyone else does.  I think only someone on psychadelic drugs would nominate me to be employee of the year.   They obviously didn’t see me all stressed out on help desk last week (but oh how quickly working help desk makes the day pass).

The nominees get to have time scheduled for an interview with one of the company VP’s.   I told Ian, “I don’t want to go.  Can I remove my name from the list?   Would that be wrong?   I don’t LIKE to talk about myself!   Waaaaaaa!”

He said, “Just go in there and be yourself.  Tell them you’re a bit nervous.  They’ll understand”

So I did.   

It worked out fine.  

I don’t know who they’ll pick.

I was nominated last year, too (yes there is more than just one of us working for the company!) and I did get a free box of Wheaties.   They decorated the box to show our faces on it, because typically Wheaties has pictures of people on the box… and because “they could”.