Fixed.
I know I'm being a nag about it, but I've got to keep nagging until the big guy pays attention to franksolich, who has the big guy's own best interests at heart.
He's got only ten more years to go, until he can retire in comfort and security with a city-paid pension and his social security.
He needs to just keep plugging away, showing up for work and doing his job in a humble, diligent, agreeable manner, obedient to his bosses and cooperative with his coworkers, and ten years will fly as fast as pages from a calendar.
And then when he retires, maybe they'll make a ceremony of engraving his name on the brass plaque at the front door of the main waterworks building, noting his years of service and dedication.
That brass plaque will still be there long after the big guy goes to the Great Father in the Sky.
It's not a bad way to be remembered; I must point out that nearly all the human race, past and present, have had less happy fates.
