Ugh, so the moment has arrived. In 3 hours I have to go to work for a goat damn 1 hour photo shoot, followed by a mummer's farce of an award's ceremony, concluded by an alcohol free reception. All this hassle of buying a suit, taking 16 hours of vacation, being put in an awkward social situation, yadda yadda, because my ass f supervisor thinks I'm a model worker who needs to be honored. I wasn't fishing for this, and simply do my job as it's supposed to be done. No less, no more. I guess when you work in a department where you have a 13.2 literacy rate, you're going to be cast out on to the pyre. Dorian, fly over here and be my stand-in.