Fewer people than normal at the bus stop this morning. That’s always a good sign, because it means a less crowded and more quiet ride to work. And the bus was strangely clean, almost sparkly, as if it had been washed,or perhaps sprinkled with unicorn dust. So that was nice.
Until the lady two rows in front of me started having an argument on her cell phone. For the next 45 minutes. Loud enough, mind you, that several people dragged out headphones to try to drown her out.
Including the guy directly behind me, who decided the best way to deal with her annoyance was to listen to speed metal at full volume. For the next 45 minutes. Loud enough, mind you, that I could hear it just as clearly as if the headphones were cupping my ears. And I am not, in general, a huge fan of speed metal.
So, to you, Cell-Phone Lady, I say: thank you for sharing the intimate details of your sister’s divorce with the rest of us. And to you, Speed Metal Guy, I say: thank you for broadening my musical horizons against my will. Also, I hope you both get bitten by stray dogs. And that the dogs run away and you can’t find them to determine whether they have rabies, so you have to go in for the rabies vaccine and that it’s really uncomfortable. Just like in that episode of Different Strokes.
But after I (finally) arrived at work, I printed the paystub for this week’s paycheck. And I noticed it’s a little bit higher than it’s supposed to be. Not life-changing, but different enough to make me do a double-take. Enough to make me read through the itemizations more carefully than I normally do. Which is how I found a newcomer to the itemizations, something that doesn’t normally appear. Something called, “Award.”
I don’t know what I did, or when, or how, but dang if it wasn’t award-worthy. I honestly have no idea what this is about. So I’m more than halfway convinced this is a mistake of some sort, and they’ll take the money away on the next paycheck. But the reason I’m not 100% convinced it’s a mistake is because this has happened to me not once but twice before. So I’ll be sitting in a meeting, minding my own business, when my manager (or in one momentarily heart-stopping case my manager’s manager) calls my name and summons me to the front of the conference room. Naturally, of course, I go up there expecting ritual sacrifice. But both times (so far) I’ve received a handshake and a certificate and a little boost to that week’s paycheck.
They probably enjoy my sunshiney attitude and the fact that I never complain about anything. Still, though. A very nice little boost given how the morning had been shaping up.