|She's good at her job...
||[Aug. 6th, 2002|04:57 pm]
We have someone here at work whose job is basically "Morale officer," although that's not her job title. She's the one who changes in the scratcher cards we occasionally get for good jobs for the prizes on the cards (I've gotten a miniature radio, a pre-paid calling card, and a blanket through those cards), among other things.|
So, anyways, I'm walking back in from my car after eating lunch, and she's outside on her break, and she looks at me heading in, and says, "Happy Birthday, Kurt." Now, mind you, we have something in the range of 700 people working here. I was very impressed that she remembered my name from the list of birthdays for the month, and recognized me enough to act on that (she obviously didn't see my nametag, since it's on my belt which is hidden by my untucked shirt). She's the only person at work so far to comment on my birthday, and I suspect she's the only one who will. I'm fine with that, but I really appreciated the throught it took for her to give me that wish.