The Mother of All Boredom
No puedes leer más publicaciones este mes sin iniciar sesión.
Para aprovechar al máximo las nuevas funciones, inicia sesión o regístrate haciendo clic a continuación, ¡es gratis!
Inicar sesión
The Mother of All Boredom
I have no idea why the bank hired me. Apart from a warm body and pulse, I didn’t have a thing to offer Ferneyhough Savings. They didn’t have much to offer me, either. Unless, of course, you count never-ending boredom and the $9.65 an hour entry level tellers make. To be honest, I didn’t even want the job. I was just trying to survive until ski season.
Bank tellers are a dying breed that have succumbed to a lethal combination of online banking, electronic deposits and Square Cash. Unlike my counterparts of the 1950s who actually worked for a living, I spent the majority of my day staring into space. Occasionally, a waitress would come in with a wad of cash and $234 in loose change she collected from tips. Once in a while, a kid would want to cash in his piggy bank, but that was about
No puedes leer más publicaciones este mes sin iniciar sesión.
Para aprovechar al máximo las nuevas funciones, inicia sesión o regístrate haciendo clic a continuación, ¡es gratis!
Inicar sesión