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clevermanka) wrote2012-04-26 04:34 am
Very private secretary
Yesterday, one of the other department secretaries won KU Employee of the Month. I was happy for her, but during the presentation (which lasted forever because I had to pee) I started to feel symptoms of a panic attack just watching her deal with that much attention in that situation.
As an entertainer, I love having people focused on me. I enjoy feeling like I'm giving people a good show. But in my role as secretary, I do not want all those eyes on me. I can't explain it. The idea makes me incredibly uncomfortable. As a secretary, I prefer small, personal gestures of gratitude--like letters and emails of appreciation that I can include in my annual review. I don't even like/want to be thanked publicly in an informal environment (like a banquet or department party). Just...no. Thank you, but please just no thank you.
When the crowd dispersed after the presentation, I whispered to a few of the lingering graduate students in attendance that if I ever won this award, and I found out they were the nominator, I would burn their student file and ensure that they never graduated.
For nearly half an hour after the presentation I had an elevated heart rate and was sweating a little--just from watching someone else get a surprise presentation. Did I mention the award comes with a $750 check? Not worth it to me.
I don't think anyone believed me. It might be an honor to be nominated, but I really hope I don't ever win.

As an entertainer, I love having people focused on me. I enjoy feeling like I'm giving people a good show. But in my role as secretary, I do not want all those eyes on me. I can't explain it. The idea makes me incredibly uncomfortable. As a secretary, I prefer small, personal gestures of gratitude--like letters and emails of appreciation that I can include in my annual review. I don't even like/want to be thanked publicly in an informal environment (like a banquet or department party). Just...no. Thank you, but please just no thank you.
When the crowd dispersed after the presentation, I whispered to a few of the lingering graduate students in attendance that if I ever won this award, and I found out they were the nominator, I would burn their student file and ensure that they never graduated.
For nearly half an hour after the presentation I had an elevated heart rate and was sweating a little--just from watching someone else get a surprise presentation. Did I mention the award comes with a $750 check? Not worth it to me.
I don't think anyone believed me. It might be an honor to be nominated, but I really hope I don't ever win.


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"I will kick ass on your behalf. Just keep everyone's attention while I do so; you can thank me later."
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Which, if you've ever seen me in "convention mode" would make your head explode, because I am a ridiculous social animal at those things, but usually in a hyper stream of one-to-one or one-to-three interactions, not a one-to-huge-crowd thing (except when several hundred people tell me to shut up simultaneously)
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Also: MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY.
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I have been noticed like this, and I'm always left with the lingering feeling that I was expected to thank my boss (or whoever, because it happens in volunteer groups too) for thanking me, to properly appreciate my appreciation.
The big splashy thing sometimes says, "Yeah, I'm not sure exactly what it is you do because I haven't bothered to find out anything about you personally that would motivate me to directly thank you, but I'm pretty sure that whatever it is, we'd all be in trouble if you weren't doing whatever it is."
Love,
Rowan
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That being said, while in another department yeeeeeaaarrsss ago I was employee of the month (my supervisors idea, not mine). All we got here was our photo taken, coupon for a haircut at the shop in the hospital, and a plaque. We did NOT have to stand up in front of folks however :).
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I'd strap on my public persona and think of the 750 smackers (c'mon, you can buy more BOOTS! that's always worth something) as a stipend for the paid public performance of Gracious Honoree.
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Yet I love being on stage. That's different, somehow.
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Seems weird, but makes sense in my brain.
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(This is coming from a guy who'll play hoops with (and get totally schooled by) our company's CEO (who's twenty years older than me), because our executives are fucking awesome human beings who are totally normal people; our CIO was a kickass center fielder on our terrible softball team a couple of years ago.)