I retired 27 years ago this week. So why the dream about the corporation recognition party?
A lady and I were being "honored" for our long years of service She was given a huge perhaps 5-gallon stone bottle
with a two-inch diameter cork. It was filled with cologne. I do not
know what the message was.
The superintendent handed me
four, count 'em four, slices of white bread on each of which he had
slathered a dab of strawberry jam. Handed literally. They lay in the
palm of his hand as he presented them to me.
21 years of faithful and honest service. And. I. Do. Not. Eat. White. Bread
I may someday relate the true story of my "recognition" by my employer. Don't hold your breath.