Have I told you lately...
This past weekend I got the promotion. I had interviewed for it on Friday, and then that weekend I decided that if I didn't get it, I would quit and go apply at Fidelity. Not because I don't like my work, but because I realized that professionally I haven't done anything since I entered the professional work force, almost three whole years ago. I've had basically the same entry level position, the same pay since I was 20. I've never considered myself a career oriented woman, but I do realize that I'm going to have to work for the time being, and I might as well apply myself.
Anyway, I went in on Monday and they gave me the job. Practically handed it to me- they decided not to interview any other candidates (btw, it's a financial service consultant position at the bank), even though I have no previous banking experience. I don't know the rules about IRA's or safety deposit boxes, or how to tell if someone's "suspicious," but I guess I'll learn.
In other news, Brian and I were out shopping this weekend when I got a phone call from my dad. My grandmother passed away on Saturday. The wake and a service is this Tuesday, and then we're headed to Pennsylvania for the burial. I'm not sure yet how to feel. She was old and in a nursing home for the past three or four years, and her health has been quickly degenerating for the entire summer.
Here's what I do feel:
I did love her. She was my grandmother and I was supposed to love her, but I think I would have anyway. When we were little, we would see her maybe twice a year, usually for Christmas and then sometime in the summer, also occasionally for Thanksgiving. I know it was probably hard on my parents, being that my dad was an only child, and she didn't have much family. I always associated Pennsylvania as a happy time. I remember the drives, sitting in the back seat of the van with David while he trying to decide if he wanted to be a police man or a pilot, Dad trying to get out of hundred dollar tickets in Connecticut, and the time it took as ten hours to get home on Thanksgiving weekend.
And when we were there, it was always fun. I don't ever remember being angry or fighting. I remember playing in her big back yard and sleeping in my Dad's old bedroom next to the window- the birds would always wake me up early. I remember she only had a few games, but one of them was hangman.
One of the best parts of going to visit Grammy was going to the Exeter mall around Christmas or Easter to see the big talking bear. It was a huge intimidating bear that you could talk to and he would ACTUALLY talk back! As an adult, I know now that there was probably a person inside, but as a kid, it was magic.
Grammy's house was where I shaved my legs for the first time, and the first time I wore an official nightgown. It was a cold night, and Grammy decided that my PJ's weren't warm enough, and she let me borrow one of her nightgowns.
Her bedroom was one of the most magical places. My brothers and I were always allowed to wake up Grammy before my parents. Her bedroom was one of those secret places that resonated with me. I remember a shelf- full of music boxes. There were a ton of breakable items, but she always let me play carefully with them.
In the mornings we were allowed to have fruit loops. At home, sugary cereal was never in our house. But at Grammy's, she always had the packs of individual sized boxes of cereal. By the end of the week, the first pack only had healthy stuff, but Grammy would let us open a second pack to have more fruit loops.
She didn't come to visit us as often as we visited her. But when she did, I remember we would always go to two places- Shogun, and Toys R Us.
When we didn't see her around the holiday, she still was a presence in our lives. For every Halloween, Easter, Christmas, Fourth of July, and other holidays, she would send us a box full of stuff. There would be wind up toys, candy, decorations, and fun things to play with.
Anyway, I went in on Monday and they gave me the job. Practically handed it to me- they decided not to interview any other candidates (btw, it's a financial service consultant position at the bank), even though I have no previous banking experience. I don't know the rules about IRA's or safety deposit boxes, or how to tell if someone's "suspicious," but I guess I'll learn.
In other news, Brian and I were out shopping this weekend when I got a phone call from my dad. My grandmother passed away on Saturday. The wake and a service is this Tuesday, and then we're headed to Pennsylvania for the burial. I'm not sure yet how to feel. She was old and in a nursing home for the past three or four years, and her health has been quickly degenerating for the entire summer.
Here's what I do feel:
I did love her. She was my grandmother and I was supposed to love her, but I think I would have anyway. When we were little, we would see her maybe twice a year, usually for Christmas and then sometime in the summer, also occasionally for Thanksgiving. I know it was probably hard on my parents, being that my dad was an only child, and she didn't have much family. I always associated Pennsylvania as a happy time. I remember the drives, sitting in the back seat of the van with David while he trying to decide if he wanted to be a police man or a pilot, Dad trying to get out of hundred dollar tickets in Connecticut, and the time it took as ten hours to get home on Thanksgiving weekend.
And when we were there, it was always fun. I don't ever remember being angry or fighting. I remember playing in her big back yard and sleeping in my Dad's old bedroom next to the window- the birds would always wake me up early. I remember she only had a few games, but one of them was hangman.
One of the best parts of going to visit Grammy was going to the Exeter mall around Christmas or Easter to see the big talking bear. It was a huge intimidating bear that you could talk to and he would ACTUALLY talk back! As an adult, I know now that there was probably a person inside, but as a kid, it was magic.
Grammy's house was where I shaved my legs for the first time, and the first time I wore an official nightgown. It was a cold night, and Grammy decided that my PJ's weren't warm enough, and she let me borrow one of her nightgowns.
Her bedroom was one of the most magical places. My brothers and I were always allowed to wake up Grammy before my parents. Her bedroom was one of those secret places that resonated with me. I remember a shelf- full of music boxes. There were a ton of breakable items, but she always let me play carefully with them.
In the mornings we were allowed to have fruit loops. At home, sugary cereal was never in our house. But at Grammy's, she always had the packs of individual sized boxes of cereal. By the end of the week, the first pack only had healthy stuff, but Grammy would let us open a second pack to have more fruit loops.
She didn't come to visit us as often as we visited her. But when she did, I remember we would always go to two places- Shogun, and Toys R Us.
When we didn't see her around the holiday, she still was a presence in our lives. For every Halloween, Easter, Christmas, Fourth of July, and other holidays, she would send us a box full of stuff. There would be wind up toys, candy, decorations, and fun things to play with.