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The thing that I love about this job is that you only have to deal with people for, at most, 5 minutes at a time before they get replaced with new people. I don't understand when a person in a service job says, "Hello, how are you?" why it is impossible for some people to say as much as, "Hi," back? Or even give a little head nod? You wouldn't believe the rude people in this job.
So we make fun of them behind the teller line when the mics are off. It's great fun.
Another random 'people' issue--the strange number of Swanton citizens who know me, despite the fact that I don't know them. It feels like the Truman Show.
The best thing EVER, though, happened today. So, this kid I went all through high school with drives up and sends me a little packet through the teller-tube. It was not, as I had thought, his deposit, but rather a booklet entitled, "Are You Going To Heaven?"
Why?
Why would you a.) push your beliefs on people and b.) interrupt them while they're working? I don't go around to bakeries or firestations or car dealerships and throw The Star of David at them. So why is this acceptable at a bank? (Ok, I know I'm not really Jewish, but I mean, what's the symbol for agnostics with slightly Jewish tendencies? There ain't one, so bear with me.)
AND c.) what makes these people think that a 4 page booklet is going to make me change my religious beliefs? And if a booklet COULD do that, then clearly I'm easily swayed and they shouldn't want me anyway, because I'd probably leave to be something else the next week.
Those are my musings for the day. But, he who sent me the booklet--I can't name names for legal reasons (seriously)--if for some strange reason you should ever stumble on this livejournal, know that every time you come through and give a booklet, the tellers told me they always shred them immediately.
Stop thinking of God and think of the trees you're wasting, man!
So we make fun of them behind the teller line when the mics are off. It's great fun.
Another random 'people' issue--the strange number of Swanton citizens who know me, despite the fact that I don't know them. It feels like the Truman Show.
The best thing EVER, though, happened today. So, this kid I went all through high school with drives up and sends me a little packet through the teller-tube. It was not, as I had thought, his deposit, but rather a booklet entitled, "Are You Going To Heaven?"
Why?
Why would you a.) push your beliefs on people and b.) interrupt them while they're working? I don't go around to bakeries or firestations or car dealerships and throw The Star of David at them. So why is this acceptable at a bank? (Ok, I know I'm not really Jewish, but I mean, what's the symbol for agnostics with slightly Jewish tendencies? There ain't one, so bear with me.)
AND c.) what makes these people think that a 4 page booklet is going to make me change my religious beliefs? And if a booklet COULD do that, then clearly I'm easily swayed and they shouldn't want me anyway, because I'd probably leave to be something else the next week.
Those are my musings for the day. But, he who sent me the booklet--I can't name names for legal reasons (seriously)--if for some strange reason you should ever stumble on this livejournal, know that every time you come through and give a booklet, the tellers told me they always shred them immediately.
Stop thinking of God and think of the trees you're wasting, man!