Twice a year we have Wellbeing Days, with part of the build up being the vote for staff awards. Without wanting to be big-headed (there’s no “wanting” about it - I milk it for all it’s worth every six months), I clean up on the Uplifting Team Spirit each time.
Our Service Manager says the same thing, without fail: “And the winner is, of course, our very own Adrian…” Yes, I’m Mind Matters’ very own, same as all the other winners.
She then goes on to say, “In case you don’t know about Adrian…” Oooh, this should be good - maybe she’ll mention me being a published author, or perhaps my radio show? Nope: “… throughout Lockdown, Adrian was our constant, coming into the office every day to keep the place running during COVID,” at which point I interject with, “And I only caught it once.” Every time.
In the pub afterwards, invariably someone will ask me, “Why does Gisela ALWAYS mention that you came into the office throughout Lockdown? We all fucking know, because you never shut up about it.”
Anyway, Brighton at the Lane; coulda been worse.