Oh my my....
Y'day on mom's persistent insistence i headed to get something out of a locker at my bank. Mind you this is the same bank i worked at for many years, as a Asst. Mgr then moved on to HR. Aaahh...let's not get to that part first.
This is a bank that reminds me of good old pennsylvania country life, slow, steady, strong, nothing changes there, like how a rock solid relation should be.
When i started working there, i was welcomed with open arms by Mary Ann, Sharon, Harriet and mostly by my customers. They just loved me. I'd tell them to do not waste time making a trip to the bank just to find thier balance, get online i'd say and they would. The old people who lost count of thier age, would compliment me on my wild untamed curls, which i hated.
I'd lunch in the quite lunch room and read the daily local news paper and make myself acquainted to the going ons and abouts of the local people's lives, business, traumas, dramas et al.
But the hilarious part was, local dudes would ask me out!!!!
yeah, really.... and maryann woud just wink at me for that, and say- you talk to them, you make them feel impotant you ask them how is it going, and i would be (secretly happy but equally) baffled and say isnt it my job to talk to them.....
this guy who was going to sail a boat in the creeks nearby once headed to the bank just to ask me out, and he was cute too...handsomely cute. the othr time it was the newly graduated guy who was going to a frat party and wanted me in. Aah...i sorely wanted to go to that one, but since i was busy being a wife and all i refused.
But what girl doesnt like the little attention she gets huh! I'm mostly writing this to remind myself of days that were lighter in life, days that bring an instant smile, like the day i left my car keys in the vault and the bank was locked for the longweekend, i think V came to pick me up.
Aah when i atually drove to work (50 miles) on Labor day weekend, when it was in HR at boyertown, it didnt strike me when there were no cars in the parking, i forsome reason thought i ame early, lol! After realising the fact that it was holiday, i dutifully sent an email to my collegues, saying this is what happens if you love your job too much. Earl our HR mgr, loved it, he still makes me an example of work life ;)
The day i left my lights on in the car, and the battery died, the benefits mgr, the guy i disliked came to my rescue, and hemade sure everyone knew about it the next day. I'll go back here in a split of a second...
Y'day on mom's persistent insistence i headed to get something out of a locker at my bank. Mind you this is the same bank i worked at for many years, as a Asst. Mgr then moved on to HR. Aaahh...let's not get to that part first.
This is a bank that reminds me of good old pennsylvania country life, slow, steady, strong, nothing changes there, like how a rock solid relation should be.
When i started working there, i was welcomed with open arms by Mary Ann, Sharon, Harriet and mostly by my customers. They just loved me. I'd tell them to do not waste time making a trip to the bank just to find thier balance, get online i'd say and they would. The old people who lost count of thier age, would compliment me on my wild untamed curls, which i hated.
I'd lunch in the quite lunch room and read the daily local news paper and make myself acquainted to the going ons and abouts of the local people's lives, business, traumas, dramas et al.
But the hilarious part was, local dudes would ask me out!!!!
yeah, really.... and maryann woud just wink at me for that, and say- you talk to them, you make them feel impotant you ask them how is it going, and i would be (secretly happy but equally) baffled and say isnt it my job to talk to them.....
this guy who was going to sail a boat in the creeks nearby once headed to the bank just to ask me out, and he was cute too...handsomely cute. the othr time it was the newly graduated guy who was going to a frat party and wanted me in. Aah...i sorely wanted to go to that one, but since i was busy being a wife and all i refused.
But what girl doesnt like the little attention she gets huh! I'm mostly writing this to remind myself of days that were lighter in life, days that bring an instant smile, like the day i left my car keys in the vault and the bank was locked for the longweekend, i think V came to pick me up.
Aah when i atually drove to work (50 miles) on Labor day weekend, when it was in HR at boyertown, it didnt strike me when there were no cars in the parking, i forsome reason thought i ame early, lol! After realising the fact that it was holiday, i dutifully sent an email to my collegues, saying this is what happens if you love your job too much. Earl our HR mgr, loved it, he still makes me an example of work life ;)
The day i left my lights on in the car, and the battery died, the benefits mgr, the guy i disliked came to my rescue, and hemade sure everyone knew about it the next day. I'll go back here in a split of a second...
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