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Date: 01 September 2006 13:10:07
I was offered a reward.
I was told that because I'd done something well at work I'd get a reward. (Now, as an aside, I hadn't actually done anything well, but something that was my responsibility had gone well as a result of a thousand things entirely beyond and outwith my control, so I shouldn't get any credit for it but, of course, that's not how the world works and, on this particular issue, I'm quite glad it's not. But anyway, that's not I'm writing about). In fact I was told exactly what the reward would be and it's something that I quite like although, if I had to buy it, I probably wouldn't be prepared to hand over a lot of money for it. It's something I appreciate a bit, but not hugely. But for reasons I cannot fathom, I desperately want that reward.
In fact, because I've hardly seen my boss for over a week now, he hasn't had the chance to give me what he promised, and I rather suspect he will have forgotten, so I won't ever get it, and I'm really quite disappointed. Really disappointed. And that is really bizarre because, as I was saying earlier, the actual item being offered isn't so special to me.
It all reminds me of a period years ago when I would do a prize crossword in a newspaper every weekend. I even bought a thesaurus to help me do it and if I ever completed the crossword (which was not often) I would send it in hoping to win. Even though the prize was something I really didn't particularly want. I wanted to win the prize that I didn't want.
Sometimes I really just don't understand myself.