Y’know, I seem to remember hearing some old aphorism along the way…something about counting chickens before they’re hatched.
I really should start paying attention to that.
That camera I won? Nevermind. Turns out that that was the prize for the account manager — in fact, the entire contest was between the various account managers, and when the memo announcing the contest was forwarded to me, it was just forwarded to let me know that the contest was going on and that my assistance in collecting positive comments would be appreciated.
I, as the valued employee who interacts with the customers on a daily basis and provide the customer service that gets such high praise, get the hearty thanks of the company for a job well done.
Woo.
On the bright side, though, my account manager does realize that I’m the one there every day doing the work, and was kind enough to get me a \$100 gift card to Best Buy out of her own pocket as thanks for the work I do, which was very appreciated. No, it’s not a new camera — but at the same time, it is \$100 towards getting a new camera, and when I finally can afford it, I can be sure that it’s the make and model that I want, so it’s not all bad.
At least, that’s what I keep reminding myself.
Bleah.
“Our Lips are Sealed” by Fun Boy Three, The from the album Trainspotting #2 (1983, 2:52).