Thursday, January 10, 2013

Random Goodness

 
This is random but I have had the craziest memories pop up and some new experiences this week and I have to share:




 My child cries every morning at drop off and today it made me cry. It was his face, his inability to breathe and how he ran to the window to watch me walk off and the hoods to the 2 jackets he was wearing (because sometimes we pick our battles and making him only wear one jacket today was not my battle to fight. I had others to fight at the same time) were bobbing back in forth on top of his head while he was crying for me. I could hear him scream "Mama, come back!". It is mornings like this that the working mom guilt tops the scale. It happens every morning lately, except the morning earlier in the week when I bribed him with a taco. Bad mom, I know.  So, I pray this stage passes soon. A few in his class are all in this stage. I feel for his teacher. He loves school though and is always asking about his friends at night and on the weekends.

I worked as a bank teller when I was 20 years old. I took the spring semester off from school when my parents divorced. I needed a transition and to find a cheaper college to attend. Since I had bounced a few checks at Sonic during Happy Hour my  mother found me a job at one of the local banks. I hated it but knew I could not complain. I had to suck it up and do it. So, I did it.
I bought my turquoise caviler "the cavy" while working there. I learned a lot about life from the girls I worked with. I am in contact with none of them now and don't remember most of their names.  It was an odd time in life but set the ground work for who I am today and how I relate to people not like me in the work place. I am thankful for that old bank in downtown Fort Smith.
The highlight of working there was when I feared we had a bank robber and I pushed the button in my drawer that rang the police station. YEP, I created a scene that day! He was just mentally challenged and didn't know better than to come into the bank with a duffel bag and a note. I actually told some folks about that this week and they said "Only you, Abby, only you!" Yep, that's me!
 I also had an assertive black lady come to my window and convince me I must have a black parent because I looked mixed. I tanned A LOT back then and had really long, jet black, huge curly hair. I spent about 5 minutes convincing her I knew both of my parents and they were both white. She said they had adopted me or lied to me. She insisted I had to be black and then she just gave up and said maybe I was just Hispanic. I love that story better than the bank robber, really. It still makes me laugh!


Speaking of work, I worked for # 75  Alabama Crimson Tide, Barrett Jones' dad in Memphis. His dad is Rex. I loved working for that man. He taught me so much about character in the work place. He was the advancement director and I was the coordinator. Barrett was a senior at the school the year I worked there. I remember him trying to decide which college to attend. They all wanted him and wooed him. It was a wild time. I love seeing him have such great success and leaving such a fine legacy. I always say if I can raise my boy as well as Rex and his wife raised their 3 we will be good to go. All their boys learned how to play the violin,  love Jesus and play ball like a pro. A wonderful combo

 If you have tested positive for the flu DO NOT go in public and front like you don't have it...it is thoughtless and rude. People die from the flu. It is a for real deal.

 I sat behind the governor at the food bank open house this week. He really is a nice man, regardless of what party you side with. I like hearing him talk. He has a fabulous accent.

Abby

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