I went into work work in Boston for the first time in 4 months and was surprised to find a package on my desk. I hadn't even had a desk for almost a year and even when I did have one, I'd never had a package. Yet there it was, addressed to me, and definitely a package. Things only got weirder when I tore off the UPS box to find a very nice grey box. And inside that, a glass plaque. For an honorable mention from the NIHMC.
"Congratulations- what'd you win?" my new office mate asked. I wish I knew. I was pretty sure that winning a glass trophy was something I'd remember. But nothing came to mind. I searched through my emails over the past few months. Still nothing. Finally, I sought the Source of All Knowledge and turned on the Google. Turns out, a paper I was 10th author on was favorably received. It was all Whitecastle's doing. And he'd won so many awards lately he'd forgotten to tell me about this. Maybe that's why his was shattered in the mail but mine stayed intact; I do not take my awards for granted (he's sending for another one).
To make him feel better about his shattered award that he deserved, I shared the story of how my name was smaller than everyone else's on an award plaque. Per usual, stories of my indignities cheered him immensely.
Whitecastle: Haha. As if being short wasn't enough. They had to sleight you with the mistake.
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