You guys thank you all so much for coming.

And she said Ellie Kriel
the current president and

I could not be more
excited to be here today.

So with that.

I believe in the puti of a job well done.

I was sixteen years old and I decided that
it was time that I entered the real world

to prove that I could provide for myself
to declare my adulthood and my maturity.

It was time for me to get my first summer
job I had been told by a number of my

mentors and speakers and
wise adults that I should try and

seek out my passion but
I did not know what that was but

I did know that I liked dogs and that
seemed close enough for a summer job so

I applied for and accepted a post
at Wagga lives a dog you take care.

I hope the noble title back specialist.

At that point in my life I had been
successful at nearly everything that I

tried I felt quite certain I would
also be a wild success at whack a lot.

The past year I had played three sports
and I had joined countless clubs.

I had to reverse the difficulties of A.P.
chemistry and I had successfully avoided

the rumor mill of adolescent girls playing
with a bunch of dogs for the summer I knew

it was going to be a wonderful break from
the many stresses of my tenth grade life.

However I was sadly mistaken in this view.

I had no idea what I was getting myself
into the job was incredibly demanding

the majority of my time was spent in
a large room where all of the animals were

let out and there was as much messy
cleanup as you can imagine my shift

began at five am and by mid-morning
I was always exhausted from being on

my feet all day and I counted down
the minutes every day when I could leave.

I was expected to know all of
the dogs names there's usually

upwards of one hundred.

And that seemed pointless
it was frustrating and

I had no interest in breaking up dogfights
I always had to call in reinforcements.

The job was not glamorous.

It was not reporting it was not the
entrance I envisioned it to be adult world

but more than my day to.

Difficulties I struggled with my fellow
employees they did not overtly possess

the caudate qualities my parents had
raised me to value they were not educated

or cultured or charming they did not
want to discuss the merits of our

country's current fiscal policy or their
favorite nineteenth century British author

they didn't particularly care
where I got my nails done or

what happened on last night's episode
of The O.C. I felt annoyed by them.

That is until the week that
Terry was my pack leader.

Terry was a formidable woman she was
known throughout the company for

running a tight ship.

She had a thick northern accent and
she was not afraid to be blunt and

I was terrified of her each day
as she was my pocket leader.

She lectured me on all
the things I was doing wrong.

From every task imaginable.

I was giving baths incorrectly I didn't
know how to clean the crates and

I could not ever seem to remember the
dog's name so I went home on the verge of

tears every day that week claiming that
I had the worst how much I hated Harry.

Terry and that I wanted to quit on Friday
afternoon the last day that Terry would be

my boss that week she concluded her daily
lecture with take some pride in your work.

I went home again that day mad and upset.

How she could.

How could she accuse me of a lack
of pride when I had followed

her every command that entire week.

Yet as I gave her words further thought
I realized that Terry was right.

I saw her and my fellow employees
in the job as beneath me

as such my work was possible and
my efforts were second rate.

And though I hated to admit it.

Terry definitely exhibited the qualities
that she endorsed her pride in a job well

done was reflected in how she carried
herself she did not look like a C.E.O.

or a doctor or
lawyer she was rough around the edges.

She was always without makeup and
hair askew and she reeked of animals and

sweat but she was willing to stay late.

If we were understaffed.

She would skip her.

Skip her break in a heartbeat.

She knew all of the dogs names and
what traits they liked and

what medicines they needed and how they
like to have their bellies robbed.

She felt a strong responsibility to
the dog owners knowing that in many cases.

She was caring for surrogate children.

And so by the end of the summer
I saw more dignity and

more pride in her than any professional
that I had ever met and though Terry and

I never really got along and I never
became a truly exceptional wag specialist.

I learned a lot from her her
commitment to doing a good job and

her belief that her work was
a reflection of her character

stuck with me throughout the rest of the
summer and throughout the rest of my life.

She was happy and
content with a job well done.

I believe there is a respect in any job.

If you work hard and try your best.

I believe in the beauty
of a job well done.

Thanks.