Class

In 7 days, I will be celebrating the beginning of my fifth year in my current job. When I started I was essentially trained by two people; one for 30 days and the second for about 90. I've thought that the later woman was one of the classiest women alive.  I gleaned so much from her; things that couldn't be taught by instruction, but just what she exemplified to me.  It was during those 90 days I realized one day I want to be looked at as classy.  I've been called many things in my life, I'm sure, but today at church someone told me I was classy. I was floored. Now I'm sure there's times when this isn't so, but to be considered classy in this situation, I couldn't have felt more flattered.