A week or so before Christmas I received an email informing me that I was one of the employees recognized in our organization's quarterly customer service awards. I'd been recognized for outstanding "quality," specifically as it pertains to some training engagements I'd led.
I was pleased for the recognition, but I was even more pleased when a few days later I found out that I had my choice of gift cards from various merchants, amount not to exceed $100, as the organization's way of saying "thank you."
I poked through the list and wound up selecting a $100 gift card from Williams-Sonoma. I've somehow developed the idea that He Who Dies With The Most Baking Pans, Wins. The card came a week later and I promptly redeemed it on:
I haven't used any of them yet because both Carole and I are watching our weight and trying to shed the few pounds we put on over the holidays, but one day soon I shall.
But I wonder -- am I the only man alive on the planet who's ever turned "being recognized for doing a good job" into "possessor of wacky baking pans?"
I was pleased for the recognition, but I was even more pleased when a few days later I found out that I had my choice of gift cards from various merchants, amount not to exceed $100, as the organization's way of saying "thank you."
I poked through the list and wound up selecting a $100 gift card from Williams-Sonoma. I've somehow developed the idea that He Who Dies With The Most Baking Pans, Wins. The card came a week later and I promptly redeemed it on:
- A non-stick six-compartment pineapple upside down cake pan
- A non-stick shortcake pan
- A stuffed cornbread pan
I haven't used any of them yet because both Carole and I are watching our weight and trying to shed the few pounds we put on over the holidays, but one day soon I shall.
But I wonder -- am I the only man alive on the planet who's ever turned "being recognized for doing a good job" into "possessor of wacky baking pans?"
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