PenniesPosted: July 17, 2013
When I first started at my old job ten plus years ago, Mack was ten years old, and in the Fifth Grade.
I LOVED her teacher. She was just amazing.
Over the years with my girls, I have always gone out of my way for their teachers. They have a hard job, and I have always felt that it was my job to be supportive of them. If there was a need, I was on it. Particularly if I liked their teacher.
Shortly after I started my job, Mack had parent/teacher conferences. Her teacher and I got to visiting about a fund-raiser that the school was doing. They were doing a penny drive for something. I honestly have no idea what the something was anymore. What I do know, is that they raised a LOT of pennies.
Being the supportive Momma that I am, I offered my services to her teacher. I was a new assistant manager of a bank, new to banking, period.
We would be glad to count the pennies in exchange for cash for their fundraiser.
Me and my big mouth.
At the time, I was located at the downtown office.
The employee parking lot was about three-quarters of a mile away from the building.
Across two sets of train tracks.
Across the street from the jail, and the courthouse.
No big deal.
Did you know that $50 in pennies weighs approximately twenty-nine pounds?
Do you know that I carried TWO gallon sized buckets for almost a mile, each day for two weeks? A gallon of pennies is about $70 worth. Walking about twenty feet, then setting the buckets down to rest for a bit, then picking them up and starting over.
Before you ask, I couldn’t drop them off at my office, there was no street parking at the time that I arrived.
However, it did dawn on me after I had carried all the pennies for two weeks, that I could have gone to a different office. I am an idiot.
I have no idea if the school made its goal in the penny drive, or not.
What I do know is that I was not so quick to volunteer my services after that experience.