the employee of the month

My grandma. As a young woman, almost a girl, she came to Moscow and got hired at the Stalin's Automobile Factory.
Not true.
She had already been married to a man she despised. In the village, where they were coming from there was not much choice...
In my fantasy, she had actually slept with a Jewish HR for the favor of being hired.
The fantasy was based on the fact that everybody, even Jews, had always mistaken my mother for a Jew...
But fantasies aside, my grandmother was one of the strongest women I have ever encountered.
And she was not nice.
I learned later, by my own experience at survival in the first few years of immigration, that my grandma was someone of whom I was proud to be a descender.