I'm sitting at my desk, minding my own business, when one of my bosses comes and says
He puts a yellow flyer in front of me, announcing our union's annual dinner dance. He points to my name under the heading The Medal For Merit.
I had no idea about this. Apparently, the medal is for doing TroopTrax. Thing is, no one from the union has come to let me know about this. The dinner-dance, which I had no intention of going to, is on Halloween evening. I've already promised Natalie she could have a few friends sleep over that night, so I have a ready-made excuse for not attending.
I wouldn't have gone to the dinner anyhow. First of all, I hate those things. Second, I hate being put under a spotlight.
I'd like to get this medal anyhow and make thousands of copies of it and give them away to every single person who spread the word, donated money, or sent CDs, magazines and other assorted goodies to my house or to Keith, who deserves a medal of his own, made of pure gold, for all he did.
So to anyone who particpated in Trooptrax in any way, shape or form - Congratulations! You have won a Medal of Merit. Wear it well.