It was the best of days... It was the worst of days...

So, one of my favorite co-workers offered to take my early shift today because she heard I had a late hockey game last night. I got to get some much needed sleep after the first ever Michigan Moose hockey game, came to work well rested, just in time for our meeting with our new boss. He was pleasant and chatty, and told me durring the meeting that some of our customers were extolling my virtues in a managers' meeting, with both my boss and his boss present. Yeah for me, I got to pat myself on the back.

So, full of good work-related feelings, I quickly volunteered to help with another issue. It's annoying and trivial, and really not the kind of thing guys like me should be doing with our college degree and years of experience, but what the hell, I like to be helpful, and it was an excuse to get out.

So I went down to central campus, rigged a cart from a small hand dolly and a carboard box, along with some tape, part of a bungee cord... well, you get the picture. So with my McGuivered contraption, I walk part way accross campus and retrieve a computer and monitor that need to be moved. Oh, it's not exactly brain-work, but what the hell. So, there I am, good naturedly walking this stupid computer accross campus, squinting into the sun, watching the kiddies with mixed emotion. As I'm thinking, that time was good, but there's good to come, yes I'm getting older, but I've come a long way... well, that sort of useless bullshit... as I'm thinking this, I look up, and see someone I know from church.

Now, this person is wayyy up the corporate ladder from me, but we've met more than once, and I'm not exactly easy to confuse for other people, and I figure, he knows who I am, and he knows that I work for people, that work for people... well, he knows I work somewhere down the line.

So I smile, and say, "Hi, how ya doin'?" in my best it's-a-sunny-Friday-afternoon voice.

He grimaces, says "Hi." and hurries by.

What the hell? I'm not a very outgoing person. It takes effort for me to talk to the various people up the ladder from me. Would it be too much trouble to treat me like a person?