Wednesday, June 20, 2007
sha-BOW-WOW-WOW-WOWNG
Ya. That's right. That's sound my head is making trying to recognize fact that I'm back to work. Ho.Lee.Ca.Ow.
Training has begun. I am in the mix. I am 1 of 15 interns in training to become insurance agents. Ya. That's right. I do know how utterly boring and suburban that sounds (not like saying I'm in training to become the next Mrs. America or beekeeper or some such...insurance agent, so...so...so used car salesmanish). Yet, that aside, the fact remains that I have taken the plunge and I am officially in the program to take over half of my mother's book. It's scary and thrilling all at the same time to think of owning my own business in the town where I grew up. Grandpa was an agent with the same company, mom took over half of his book when she came on board 20 years ago. I figured out that my family has represented the same insurance company in this town for over 57 years. That is so cool. I'll be a 3rd generation agent, which is something I'm really proud of. I never thought I'd find myself here. I always thought I'd be a chef or a writer. Yet here I am. Crazy.
I don't know the gal who's taking over the other half of mom's book of business, but apparently my mom knew her husband years ago when they were in a business organization together. My biggest hope is that she and I can be really friendly with one another and use each other as resources. I've never really seen agents within the same company as competitors. Often the individual agents have such different things to offer. It becomes a matter of the kind of person a client wants to do business with. Maybe that sounds Pollyanna of me, I dunno. We'll see. I've spoken with her once on the phone to intorduce myself, and she seemed very nice. It's such a great opportunity for both of us, I just hope we both get through the training without too much strain and are ready to go, full force ahead, come next March.
It's all a big shift, a huge change. I want so much to be doing the right thing for my family, for David and Gretchen. Being a business owner in my own town seems like the best way for us to get ahead and give Gretchen the best we can give her. My whole reason for doing things has changed. And she goes by the nickname of Poopsey.
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