Do you prefer public or private praise?

[BurtReynolds]

If you do a good job, do you want to be praised in front of everyone, or only as a private message or something?

[dad]

neither, but i've always been bad about accepting compliments or praise.

always feels like there's a catch.

[spike]

both

[lennytheweedwhacker]

neither, but i've always been bad about accepting compliments or praise.

always feels like there's a catch.

Same on the former, but not all the time on the other part.

[The Argonaut]

I've had the experience of being part of a team and working hard on something that ends up turning out to be not so great. But it gets debuted to a wider audience and the project manager graciously thanks everyone on the team while I secretly hope she'll forget to name me because I'm kind of embarrassed to be associated with this not-so-wonderful project.

I want no praise. That's what the money is for

[Anders]

If we are talking about at work, in public is better. I’ve received more 1 to 1 praise from a boss than I need for a lifetime. Usually ends up with just words. If it’s in public, you know they really mean it in my experience.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I receive praise regularly.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

I prefer pubic praise.

[Bammer]

I prefer a praise

[epilogue]

I've never received public or private praise.

[Ello Sailor]

Joe is a cool guy who doesn't afraid of anything.

[knee tunes]

I prefer pubic praise.

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