My reputation is worth one hundred dollars (USD).
Columbus Day was a work-optional day where folks would put in five hours earning time and a half. Obviously no one signed up for the blood money. Now my department manager got it into her head that I'm such a tool that I would've shown up anyway to do this overtime work and put it upon herself to announce the fact to the company's president.
Due to lack of interest, any overtime was cancelled and everyone had off on Monday.
Four thirty in the afternoon, the girl who does our human resources kinda shit came downstairs. She made a beeline towards me and handed me a check for one hundred dollars. "Since you're the only one who would've shown up, the president wants to show you his gratitutde." Then she gave me the guy's email so I could thank him.
Jesus, just because someone thinks I'll decide to throw away my private time for work that I tolerate will get me cash? I figure it was just a ploy and a show, an example to the other workers who were working my eight to five shift that the company is generous to those who work hard and sacrifice certain things. Knowing that women are unrepentant gossips then word would get around and I wouldn't catch much shit from their social group because I'm a square peg to their round hole.
My, what an unfortunate analogy to make in this situation.
Lately I've been thinking about grinding a mirror for a telescope. At best this is just going to be a little fad where I'll lose interest and move onto something else. Still I get a feeling of happiness when I think about the potential for such a project. Grinding a mirror for a telescope, a few hours a week doing a repetitive task with very slow rewards.
Time will tell. At least such a project would even out the strength in my arms rather than having a powerful jerking arm, as raddidge puts it, and a wimpy left arm.
On a similar note, students at MIT have successfully replicated Archimedes's solar weapon.
