Seriously!?!?!!?!?

1. When people come up to my window and I have not called them to my window. Bitches! I will call you when I am ready! If I have not called you, I am not ready!!

2. Conversly-- when I am trying to call someone to my window and they are looking anywhere and everywhere, (except in my direction!), and no amount of waving or yelling will get their attention. Bitches! I got things to do, and I don't have all day! I will only try to get your attention twice... they you're on your own.

3. (It helps if you use a disdainful Valley Girl accent when you read this one)

So, like.....umm... I thought I was the merchant teller? I mean, like that's the job you hired me to do? So... Shouldn't merchants be my first priority? Like, why am I helping all these lobby people first? I don't get it.

4. How do they know!?!?!?!

So, we have these nifty coin trays at work that hold all of our loose change. It's got rows of slots in it for each of the different coins to make it easier for counting later. However, they're super old, and do not have slots for the presidential dollar coins. So, basically, my dollar coins end up hanging out in the slots meant for the half dollars, because those are the only slots big enough for the dollar coins to sit it. Which means I end up hand counting them all at the end of the night because I never know how many I have.

I get sooooo excited when I finally have enough to roll them all and I don't have to look at them anymore! Yay!

It happens EVERY TIME. Everytime I roll a dang thing of dollar coins... somebody gives me ten more. DAMN YOU, SALAZAR!!!

5. Okay, AT may be nice, but I'm starting to think he doesn't know what the F he's doing... (Sigh.. I probably shouldn't really be that surprised.. AT did use to work with TW at another branch.....) And I could've sworn that TW said that AT used to be a teller before... but he had to have been talking about someone else-- a teller would know this:

So, sometimes when the line in the lobby gets really long, but the platform side is slow, the PBs will go through the line and write down people's IDs and stuff for us to save on time. Well, that's great and all, but AT doesn't always write down everything that he's supposed to.

A person can use their debit card as their primary ID ONLY if it has a photo on it. So, when you're documenting someone's debit card as their ID you have to say that-- you have to write down photo or picture, or however the eff you want to say it, but you gotta write it down. And AT never does--- he never writes down "photo"!

So, I always end up having to request the person's ID again-- which is how I've come to find out that AT's been documenting debit cards WITHOUT A PHOTO!!!! What the fuck, AT!?!?!?! IF THERE'S NOT PHOTO, IT'S NO GOOD! SO WHY ARE YOU WRITING IT DOWN!?!? PLUS! I HATE YOUR STUPID MESSY GIANT SIZED HANDWRITING! AND STOP WRITING IN MY PRINTING SPACE!

6. Mind your own beeswax T! He came up to me today, and was like, "You've got someone back there." He was trying to let me know that a merchant had just walked up and sat down and was waiting. Which, granted, that was nice of him... But not only had I already seen my merchant come up and sit down... Ummm... Seriously, AT?!?!!? Do you NOT see the mountain of deposits sitting on my counter right now!?!?!?!? I AM ALREADY HELPING A MERCHANT!!!!!! Mind your own business!! I know my job! I know what I'm doing! And I STILL don't understand what you thought I was doing that you thought I wasn't already helping someone!?!? Lobby, merchant, whatever-- I had money in my hands, entering numbers on the computer, and a ton of shit on my counter-- What was there to miss, that you just thought I was standing around doing nothing?!?????

P.S. Oh-- you're probably wondering-- I can't remember T's last name... so, I nicknamed him AT-- which is why sometimes I refer to him as T and others as AT.