Bank on It
So, the other day I had a check and I needed money to do laundery because I don't my own washing machine which makes me a loser...but I digress.
So, anyway, you can't get quarters from an ATM and I, therefore, sauntered into the bank and to my surprise there were still people working there although, I'm not sure why.
I walked up to the counter, said howdy, and handed the woman behind the counter a check which was to my wife but it was signed and all that and the lady looked at the check and she asked me who I was and I explained that I was the other name on the account which she accepted with some suspicion.
Then she noticed the date.
You see whoever had written the check had mistakenly thought there was a seven in the date when clearly the number was now (or then actually) an eight and so they had turned the seven into an eight but they hadn't initialled it and the lady wasn't sure (she said it real draaaaawwwwnnn out) if she should tender the check and deposit it into my account.
I then said, "would this be easier if I deposited the money in the ATM, pulled out a 20 and took it back over to you so that you could give me a 10 and a roll of quarters."
Well....she thought that would be best and that's what we did and I walked out of that bank with a roll of quarters and a nice ten dollar bill. The woman whose entire professional existence was an acknowledged sham? Well, I'm sure she's okay. It wasn't like it was news to her or anything.
So, anyway, you can't get quarters from an ATM and I, therefore, sauntered into the bank and to my surprise there were still people working there although, I'm not sure why.
I walked up to the counter, said howdy, and handed the woman behind the counter a check which was to my wife but it was signed and all that and the lady looked at the check and she asked me who I was and I explained that I was the other name on the account which she accepted with some suspicion.
Then she noticed the date.
You see whoever had written the check had mistakenly thought there was a seven in the date when clearly the number was now (or then actually) an eight and so they had turned the seven into an eight but they hadn't initialled it and the lady wasn't sure (she said it real draaaaawwwwnnn out) if she should tender the check and deposit it into my account.
I then said, "would this be easier if I deposited the money in the ATM, pulled out a 20 and took it back over to you so that you could give me a 10 and a roll of quarters."
Well....she thought that would be best and that's what we did and I walked out of that bank with a roll of quarters and a nice ten dollar bill. The woman whose entire professional existence was an acknowledged sham? Well, I'm sure she's okay. It wasn't like it was news to her or anything.
posted by Monstro D. Whale | 7:47 PM
2 Comments:
Next time ask her for a five and two rolls of quarters for the twenty. You may as well profit from her stupidity.
Having had a stint of cashiering at Staples, I have to comment on this.
Working at Staples sucked. Being a backup cashier at gehStahples (phonetic German approximating gestapo intended) was also pretty bad. After ringing up customers for only a half hour my mind was so numb from the repitition that I couldn't even make change in my mind. I had to rely on what the register told me. I'm not a complete idiot. If the pace is relatively slow, I can make change mentally just fine. But when you have a line of people, some of them obviously frustrated or annoyed by the fact that there is a line, and you're sensitive to this sort of thing, then a certain numbness and rote scanning takes over.
"Did you find everything you were looking for maam?" (what you really want to say is, 'damn, you're spending a lot of money. Where do you work? Can I get a job there?)
"Can I interest you in the Protection Plan?" (translated, 'I'm not getting a damn cent for getting you to buy this worthless policy, but if you fill out the paperwork in line it will slow things down so I can catch my breath!')
"Would you be interested in the Target Visa Card?" (I get to set off the flashing siren above me so that a floor manager can come over and help you with this. Yay, flashing lights!)
And so on. Another important thing to remember is that a lot of people in these positions are over-qualified, and know it. Therefore, they can hardly be expected to give a damn about being in an undervalued position. Maybe it's the only job they could get. Maybe they had to get a job quickly and take whichever one gave an interview first. Maybe they are actually stupid or our expectations of them are too high. Perhaps they were poorly trained and don't feel competent in their job. There are a myriad of reasons that are possible, and I don't believe we should judge someone harshly without knowing the full tale. Besides, judgement is reserved for someone else.
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