I have never worked somewhere where you get a wide spectrum of individuals "Welcomed" to come traipsing in. Senior Citizens, lots of elderly men, some cranky and some very very sweet, hard of hearing old women, middle aged woman setting up a checking account before she divorces her cheating husband, local business personal- some who are very nice and some who are total PRICKS (one of the brothers who owns the Cherokee Sirloin Rm- you'll never find me patronizing that restaurant), moms, over controlling mothers who are clueless about checking accounts in the first place, but somehow need to be involved with their grown adult in college daughters' checking account to further the cluelessness factor, fathers, smelly people, paranoid people who call asking for their account balances then after hanging up, immediately call back to tell me not to listen to the man on the other phone (at first I didn't realize the other man on the phone was actually a voice she hears in her own head) wealthy people, not so wealthy people, pissy people who are chronically overdrawn on their checking account and want to know why the bank processed a check that this pissy person knowingly wrote for a dollar amount much more than they actually had in their account (that women had a serious gambling problem- no sympathy for morons), creepy men who are way to flirty and make your skin crawl, and the Einsteins' who "find" scrap metal and sell it to the scrap yard, which they then write a check to the Einsteins' from an account at our bank..... so these unsavory individuals have to come to our bank to cash it. And 10 out of 10 don't have checking accounts due to consequences unknown. I have been around the block enough, I can tell these people have criminal pasts or drug problems.... they are scum from the bottom of scum...
And lets not forget it is a bank. Banks often get robbed. So security training is necessary and done once a year. But also being reminded to review the security training book every time another bank gets robbed in the metro area (which lately can be every other week) can make your hands get clammy. I only work there 3 hours a week so I never got used to that strange unannounced fear. I have been told I have a "vivid imagination" so I sometimes wonder vividly imaginatively what a robbery would be like. Would they come in with ski masks like in the movies and corral all the workers by shoving large shotgun barrels into our faces? Would the numerous elderly people have heart attacks. Oh, my hands are getting clammy just thinking about it. I am the receptionist, the first person you see when you walk in. So I have to greet everyone who walks in and look them in the eye. The first basic determent for a robber.... basically, I know what you look like so your baseball cap, mustache, black leather jacket is fixed and ingrained in my memory. But actually what I learned from my security training that under severe stress details become very blurry. So don't ask me what eye color or hair color this person had or if it was a man or a woman... and besides there are like 10 cameras in the 15 X 15 foot space.
I am keeping the option open to return to my part time gig after my Saturday class is finished. I know for a fact my brain will be mush after this class that I will be taking ends in the spring. (it is going to be intense for this dog who you can't teach new tricks to) Even though I was only there 3 hours a week and the Saturday staff rotated so it could be 5 weeks before I would work with the same people again, they all express they are bummed to see me leave, even the bank president (who I have probably seen a total of 4 times in the past 2 years). I am welcomed to return. But that will all depend on how mushy my brain is and if I need any extra cash (you know to pay off my splurges and impulse buys..wink)
posted by Ms SaraTee @ 6:42 PM
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