Everyone has one. A story they tell over and over again to anyone that will listen. The story you start telling until the other person reminds you that you've told it before. I have a doozy and this week's winter weather afforded me the opportunity to pull it out of storage and tell a new audience. It was January 1996 in Wilmington, DE. I was working as a mutual fund accountant and my job was to calculate the daily prices for several funds. It started snowing on a Saturday night and didn't stop until early Monday morning. I was still new on the job and trying to be diligent I walked over two miles to the office through two feet of snow. The entire east coast was shut down but I marched through the snow to work. I was literally (don't like the word literally) the only person in the office that usually was full of several hundred other employees. I got to work and not only priced the funds that I worked on but priced several dozen more covering for co-workers who couldn't make it in. Fourteen hours later I walked back home two miles in the dark. I wish I could say it was up hill both ways but it was pretty flat. The next morning more people made it in including my boss who awarded me gift for my dedication. Drum roll......a $50 AMEX gift check. Was it worth it for $50? No, but it was worth doing so that I could tell the story for the rest of life.
Until tomorrow,
Dave
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