They told me at the clinic this morning I have beautiful lipids, and I didn't even have to take my shirt off. It's not like Employee of the Month, exactly—I don't get my picture on the wall. But at least it's something and there's no work involved.
Speaking of pictures on the wall, there are usually two in the waiting room: a picture of the President and a picture of the Secretary of Veterans Affairs. This morning there were none. Maybe they're just a little slow with the redecorating.