The latest from Nanci Wilson

Jul 17, 2024 - by Nanci Wilson, Louisiana Credit Union League

“THOSE” people

I recently had an impromptu coffee date with a friend who was struggling in her current career. Not struggling because she was unhappy, but struggling because in her position grant ...

Jun 12, 2024 - by Nanci Wilson, Louisiana Credit Union League

Kismet is the new rideshare

I am a remote worker. I spend time at my home in North Dakota and travel back and forth to Louisiana. I like to tell folks that I have the ...

May 13, 2024 - by Nanci Wilson, Louisiana Credit Union League

Congrats, Grad! Now what are you doing with your ENTIRE life?

My only child is graduating high school in a week. One week. Insert ugly mom cry here. If you slow the world down for a moment you can probably hear ...

Apr 12, 2024 - by Nanci Wilson, Louisiana Credit Union League

Privacy can be a crappy situation

I recently had a birthday and to celebrate this momentous occasion, my doctor offered me a colonoscopy. I think I need to school him on what a gift actually is. ...

Mar 14, 2024 - by Nanci Wilson, Louisiana Credit Union League

What I won’t tell you after I crashed the GAC

Dear supervisor, you encouraged me to sign up to crash the Governmental Affairs Conference. I was so excited that you thought of me. I was so proud to represent our ...

Jan 22, 2024 - by Nanci Wilson, Louisiana Credit Union League

Dear Executive Suite, I’m a teller

Dear Credit Union Executives, I’m a teller. I’m the first person that our members see when they enter our branch. My warm hello and friendly smile set the ...

Jan 10, 2024 - by Nanci Wilson, Louisiana Credit Union League

Awkward silence

“Nanci, SHH!” It’s probably no shock that I tested the limits of the school librarian’s patience with my inability to stay quiet. Afterall, the library was just a ...

Dec 5, 2023 - by Nanci Wilson, Louisiana Credit Union League

Reindeer poop & bad holiday behavior

I did what any crazy person does and attended some of the ‘Black Friday’ shopping after Thanksgiving. Much to the dismay of my husband, I asked to stop at the “...