The title sounds naughty, but it is not. I received my first BZ (Bravo Zulu) today at my station. I did not know why, but apparently some one thinks I did a good job. Either that or the upper managers have a sense of humor and I am the laughing stock of their inner circle. Probably the latter. I strive to do a mediocre job at best, just enough to keep from being fired or them forcing me into doing manual labor (i.e. courier) again. As a courier, I can't lock myself away and play Angry Birds Star Wars (fantastic game) all day. I promptly made my Bravo Zulu into a mediocre airplane and threw it towards the trash. I do not know if I made it, because my paper airplanes receive the same amount of detail as my work at FedEx. Just enough to fly, but not enough to go very far. The award made me feel good and bad at the same time. Kind of like when you eat too much juevos rancheros and salsa and have to make #2 all day (vantexan knows this feeling). Eating it sure feels good, but you are nauseous the next day.