To say I like my job, department and manager is an understatement. Monday it was somewhere in the mid 60's - in Iowa - the end of January. My manager is also the department's manager and she sent an email telling everyone that when all their quotes were done, if they wanted to leave early to enjoy the weather, they could and make up the time (mut) during the week. Since Christi and I were in training we didn't have quotes that had to be done and asked our trainer how we fit in that scenario. She emailed my manager and the reply was - it was up to our trainer - so at 2:00 p.m. Christi and I ran out of the building like little kids getting out of school early to enjoy the weather!
Our manager also told the department that since wearing jeans every day ended January 31st (Tuesday) and we could start paying $1 to wear jeans on Thursdays along with company jeans day on Fridays - if we paid $1 this week we could wear jeans Wednesday and Thursday so we wouldn't have to worry about wearing business casual until this coming week. I'm all about that.
I now know how to quote three of our non-med products with the last one learned making both Christi and I have dazed deer in the headlights looks Thursday morning. But we both did pretty good on the practice quotes we did that were graded. While we have quotes that are graded during training - they don't go on our official record. The grading is to see how well we understand the process.
Tuesday night after work I zoomed to the WDM City Hall to say good-bye to the Chief of Police who was retiring. As I was zipping by the WDM PD I thought it might not be too good to get a speeding ticket on my way to the Police Chief's retirement open house, so I slowed down a little. I saw lots of the officers that I had known through the years and everyone of them gave me a hug.
Thursday we had a department lunch/meeting with pizza provided. Everyone figured on a 30 minute "working lunch" - which I was using as part of my mut time from leaving early Monday. Well, our manager emailed everyone telling us our working lunch really lasted an hour. I'm thinking to myself, "I have mutted (I still don't know if that's an actual word) all my time from Monday with the 30 minutes lunch from today. The additional 30 minutes we are getting, maybe I can leave 30 minutes early Friday." So I checked with my manager and she said "yep" I was good to leave 30 minutes early Friday!
Thursday night a couple of gal pals from the WDM PD and I went to see "One For The Money" and it was - ok. Mike loved and I still love reading Janet Evanovich's novels about Stephanie Plum and what all happens to her and Lula - Mike used to and I still laugh out loud while reading the book. I guess I thought the movie would make me laugh like that and it didn't. It was cute though.
Friday the weather started to turn on us and Saturday I woke up to some snow. I had done my grocery run Friday night after work so Butler and I huddled under the blanket Saturday. The only time I went outside was to shovel the driveway and sidewalk between 4:30 and 5:00. While we got several inches of snow on the ground, the cement hardly had anything on it at all. My steps going up to my front door didn't have any snow. I just pushed the shovel along the driveway or sidewalk until I'd run into an uneven crack in the cement, toss the snow to the side and push some more. The guy two houses to the south actually used his snow blower. I'm like "really"?
Today was Jersey Sunday at church for the Super Bowl and I had looked some for my Pella High football jersey earlier in the week but didn't find it. Senior year in high school we could buy actual practice jerseys from the football team. Yesterday I found it - and washed it. I got to calculating how old the jersey was this morning (33 years) and told myself that my jersey was probably older than half the congregation :) There were several Chicago Bears jerseys in attendance this morning.
I'm sure I'll have the Super Bowl on tonight - don't really care who wins. This year I think I'll be more interested in the commercials.
