
a month or so after my internship experience, i found myself sitting in a bank of america. i had won the cell phone switch (neal had to change from verizon to att) and neal had won the bank switch (i had to move from boa to wachovia) so i went to the local bank of america and proceeded to close my savings (allllll $15 of it) and checking accounts (which were also empty...) at the time, i overheard some employees talking about how they had some hispanic lady come into the bank crying because she had lost *what they thought she was saying* her purse...however it turned out she had lost her kid, and nobody was able to understand her. ok all this to say, i inquired if they needed a spanish-speaking employee, and now, 4 months later, i am an official employee of that same bank! i can wear all the cardigans i want (which, based on what is in my closet at the moment, you might as well start calling me "cardigan girl"...) and keep my nose ring (which my mom has yet to get used to) so as i embark on this new chapter in my life, i look forward to the career i will be building, the staff and customers i will be getting to know, and most of all- the awesome shoes i now have an excuse to buy!
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