Fucked up week
Stupid stuff keeps happening up here in the great white north.
As most of you know, we got over a foot of snow on monday and tuesday. Wet and heavy it made driving horribly dangerous. How did this affect my job?
Directly, not at all. Wednesday I discovered the ceiling of the bank located in the car mall had a roof collapse that dumped water all down through the light fixtures. I turn up per the norm to get change and deposit receipts. Oh, they're closed.
I go to Lincoln street and ask Em if she needs change. She doesn't but calls my change order in instead. What a peach!
I go get the change order, the teller manager mistakes me for my sister, which is funny in itself since I was picking up the change called in from my old store. I wait as they count my deposits and depart back to Lincoln street.
I go back to my store after an hour of fucking around with the banks. I learn later that day that the dep. bags at the damaged bank were switched to the Washington street branch.
Okay. I'll go there on thursday so I can catch up on my paperwork.
I go to washington street branch on thursday and discover the mall bank has re-opened and they sent my bags back to them. I have them count my newest deposits and head to the other bank to retrieve my bags and get back to my store safely.
MuttermutterMUTTER!
This job sucks in exactly the way you don't want it to.
As most of you know, we got over a foot of snow on monday and tuesday. Wet and heavy it made driving horribly dangerous. How did this affect my job?
Directly, not at all. Wednesday I discovered the ceiling of the bank located in the car mall had a roof collapse that dumped water all down through the light fixtures. I turn up per the norm to get change and deposit receipts. Oh, they're closed.
I go to Lincoln street and ask Em if she needs change. She doesn't but calls my change order in instead. What a peach!
I go get the change order, the teller manager mistakes me for my sister, which is funny in itself since I was picking up the change called in from my old store. I wait as they count my deposits and depart back to Lincoln street.
I go back to my store after an hour of fucking around with the banks. I learn later that day that the dep. bags at the damaged bank were switched to the Washington street branch.
Okay. I'll go there on thursday so I can catch up on my paperwork.
I go to washington street branch on thursday and discover the mall bank has re-opened and they sent my bags back to them. I have them count my newest deposits and head to the other bank to retrieve my bags and get back to my store safely.
MuttermutterMUTTER!
This job sucks in exactly the way you don't want it to.