Here Is My Intro

Hi! Im Callie (virtual handshake). It's nice to meet you if I already haven't and welcome to my blogging page :)

I would like to forwarn you that this is simply about my daily thoughts, vows, feelings, wrong doings, right doings, and any other things that involve activity in my life. Oh...and this is the uncensored version of me. So, don't ask me to delete, revise, or reword things...because this is not facebook and this is the side of me that some don't normally see :)

I am a virgo, which CLEARLY explains a lot. Hard headed, knowlegeable, likes to think about things, creative, and to-the-point (meaning I say it with no soft edges). I'm an artist. Usually I don't say that, but I guess I am in some ways. Painting, photography, designing...the shabang.

Anyways, enough about the get-to-know-me stuff and on to the analytical things.

I started working at a bank recently and finally retired from the serving world of hatred and stress. Sad that I had to leave Emily behind...but this Bandit had to move on. I will probably write a lot about my job, only because I have some of the funniest stories about the people that come in there. How about I tell you a few.

It's near the heart of Lincoln, where all the crazies and weirdos like to roam like it's zombie land or something. Each one of the "regulars" has a code name.

Lady of the First: This lady comes in the first of the month. Typically around 8:15 I will be setting up camp at my desk and will see her outside...patiently waiting for us to open the doors. The walls are made of glass, so I can see her peeking through with her hands cupped around her face to narrow in. Always wearing her purple knitted stocking cap, plush down coat that looks like it has been worn for many years, and a quick turn of her head every few seconds to notice every little detail that goes on at one minute. The doors open and she immediately busts in the doors. What does she do? Withdraws every bit of money that she has in her account except for $5.30. Takes my name tag on my desk and shoves it in my face. "I know a dog named Callie." Like I haven't heard that one before.

White Out Lady: This lady comes in almost every day. Always wears something to where people can comment on her attire. Ranging from wigs, distinct hot pink blush and 2cm thick eyeliner, she has to be one of my favorites. Sipping coffee and sitting in the lobby, she stares at her pinky nail for nearly 20 minutes straight everyday. Yesterday she started laughing because it was getting really long.

Lady with the Walker that has no Tennis Balls: Alright...this one has to be the most comical of them all. Pulling up to the store in her boat of a wagon-mobile, she is stuck behind a UPS truck. Little does she know that there are two parking meters open in front of the main doors and that the truck is unloading to many businesses in the area. After being stuck behind the UPS man for 15 min, she decides to come inside. The loud noise of screeching sounds is caused from her walker. She is the only person in this world that I know of that has a walker with no tennis balls on the end of the legs. Walking slowly with her greased-lightening hair style and bright red lipstick, she heads to see her favorite person...the only man behind the teller line. As he dreads her every time she enters those glass doors, he manages to tell her he is married so she could possibly stop asking him to go to coffee or dinner. Oh and the best part? She smells like she peed herself and laid in the sun for hours so it could ferment on her skin.

Lens-less Glasses: My first day of working at my new job I waited on this lady. She is crazy...plainly said. Glasses with no lenses, talking about how women sleep their way to the top, and how her friend from the psych ward jumped off a building because he though he could fly like a bird. The whole time I am trying to take care of her transactions, she is trying to tell me of all the insane things that have happened to her in her life...repeatedly saying "Ya know?!"

The Paranoid: The only thing this lady does....if she ever comes in....is continuously asks me if her money is OK. "Yes, ma'am your money is insured by the FDIC also so if anything WERE to happen you would still be able to get a majority of your money back." Her response "So, no one's gunna take my money then huh?" I stare at her.

These are just the ladies of my work. There are a few men, but I don't feel like explaining them at this moment. I have an eventful day to look forward to tomorrow!