November 15, 2006

• So I walk into work this morning, and only two of the Tellers decide to show up.  Along with Tweedledee and Tweedledumb, the two managers-in-training, decide to lock themselves in Tweedledumb's office and having a grand old time in there, while I'm stuck outside here sitting here at my desk, listening to Teller #1 getting bitched out by some ungrateful fuckstick in the lobby.  I could walk over there and defuse the situation, or let Teller #2, who has this silly notion that makes her think she's running the whole branch (yes, a Teller), take care of it herself.  Last time I tried to help, she insisted that she knows what to do and I was "getting in her way".  Well, this is why i'm continuing to type right now, instead of trying to help out-- I'd just be "getting in her way" anyway.  She's looking over this way like she needs backup, and I just shrug my shoulders and well..... keep typing.

  
  

  So I'm still mildly seeing double right now, my head is pounding, and the Financial Advisor is sitting with his head down at his desk in his office for the last forty minutes.  I think he missed like two phone calls, I hope none of them was his boss.  I'm to blame too-- we all went out for happy hour, and we got two shots of Patron and that kind of did him in.  Oh yeah, this may be a reason why some of the coworkers didn't show up.  Lightweights.

  
  

  Tweedledee and Tweedledumb looks irritated when they found out we all went out last night.  Like I care what they think.  I need a new job.  Because you KNOW something is wrong when you're training two people that are paid double your own salary.

  
  

  And they're just as sharp as a pile of bricks.

  
  

   

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