Since I'm still packing, I'll bend your ear with a work story.
I work at one of those cheque cashing places-it will remain nameless-but you know the kind. It's a rather big and well-known place, and because of it's huge coporate-itude, they try to do little things to keep those grunts on the bottom rung feeling special.
1. They will give you little awards at certain times of year. These are printed to look like diplomas or degrees, and you get a $20.00 gift as well. They are for things like "Cash Handling" or "Team Spirit". In other words they are for "Nothing".
2. They have a company Christmas and Summer party. This can actually be fun...oops, did I say fun? I meant shitty. These parties are psychological experiments on what exactly a co-worker looks and acts like when he/she is drunk and sloppy, throwing up from too much turkey/sun, all the while being glared at by upper management. Weeeeeee!
3. We have something called a "Manager's Notebook" in which all our good and bad behavior are recorded by our managers. Little mistakes, big mistakes, times you helped out-all go in here. When I was in early high school I read "Little Men" by Louisa May Alcott, and Jo keeps a record of all the trials and tribulations of her "little men". This book makes me feel like a little man and I hate it. Besides, it's got to have a 3-to-1 bad-to-good news ratio anyways.
Aaaaaaah work! How I can't wait to get back to sweet, sweet upper education and leave you in the dust for another few semesters.