Someone Old, Someone New, Shining Penny in My Shoe

I was raised a proper southern lady, but I met Ryan in the midst of personal turmoil.  Consequently, all my grace and poise and good manners had been tossed out the window.  It had been less than a week since I found out my marriage was over.  I'd delivered 20+ resumes, but hadn't received a single call back yet.  I was living couch to couch, toting all my earthly possessions around in the trunk of my car.  I felt like a train wreck, and it showed.

Story Time on the Teller Line

I've been working in a bank for a little over a year now.  My first position was in the "loan vault;" a dimly lit, dusty room filled to the brim with multicolored folders containing the financial history of our customers.  It was my job to organize and track these files, as well as to help launch an online filing system.  I grew to know our customers from their tax returns and title lien statements.  I spent hours alphabetizing and shredding and stacking and shipping and typing and color coding.