Sirs, Madames,
The extreme: Back pre-journalism days my friend helped me land a part-time gig with a government outfit. He was the ultimate as a dedicated company man: In eight years he had never taken a sick day (worked right through needing surgery for a hernia); paid from 9 am he showed up at 7 am to open up the office and put the coffee on; and, I **** you not, in a use-it-or-lose-it situation, he unwittingly worked through a week of his vacation. On his evaluation his boss gave him a B for attendance. "You're expected to be here," he was told.
My current boss called me to give me a pat on the back not so long ago ... I had no idea what to say. I'm not good at that stuff at all.
I think it's more meaningful when it comes from someone who's brought in cold. A few years ago the paper I worked for brought in a stealth consultant to do an evaluation of the editorial crew (she was a former ME or something of the DMN). She hung my name out there among those she considered the better writers. Politically, though, I was on the wrong side of a couple of management "deciders," pure suckers for brown-nosing networkers, so fat lot of good it did me. It was like I was Hattie McDaniel--I got an Oscar but now my career is over.
Way back I had a friend who played in the CFL for a Hall of Fame coach/ogre. He told me that he was more likely to hear a good word from an opponent or a player he was lining up against than from his coach and team-mate. I thought it was a bad situation (given he was an All-Star at the time). Just the way of the world though, just like any office.
YD&OHS, etc