Awards Day

Today my boss got an award from the Metropolitan Transit Authority. No money, not even a gold watch, but a nice certificate ( probably printed out on a computer). She gave a nice little speech and we all gave a a nice little applause.
Now would the MTA consider paying her what she's worth (which is a lot more than what she's currently getting) and a new job classification that actually reflects the fact that she founded this program, grew this program to its current extent, and that she has enormous responsibility for making it work. A certificate is nice, but actually compensating her for what she's worth would be nice. But don't hold your breath. This is, after all, Silly Service.

My two days off

Well I recieved a nice surprise when I showed up at my church to usher yesterday. The order of service said that there would be a surprise birthday party for someone after the service. It didn't say who the surprise birthday party would be for. It turned out that the party was for my fellow usher Joe Akzam who turned 85. Joe is a retired professor at San Francisco State University (my alma mater) and one of the nicest persons I know. His kids put together the party, and there was a lot of wonderful food (including prawns, croissant sandwiches, other sandwiches), and champagne. I had no idea that he was 85. He doesn't look a day over sixty, but that's what a Unitarian Church will do for you I guess.
Also there was an art opening for church member Barbara Sizeglove (sp?) and her stuff, hanging in our center, which was really impressive. Plus more food, like various cheeses, fruits, rasberry punch, and the usual types of veggies and dips. I waddled to my office to complete an incident report I hadn't finished from the day before and promptly fell asleep on my boss's desk for thirty minutes.
Today I puttered around the house and finished paying off my bills for the month. Trader Joes had the buttermilk pancake mix that will allow me to stretch my egg supply for at least seven more breakfasts until payday. And I switched my checking account at my bank so that I no longer have to pay service charges for my checking privileges. It seems that my old account didn't take into account that I have direct deposit. By changing the type of account, I no longer have to shell out ten dollars for the privilege of writing about six checks a month.
Nice and boring isn't it? My off days I mean.