February 27, 2004



Been reading this brilliant blog lately: Just Quit Work. (No, there's no ulterior motive for mentioning this. I love my job.)

Anyway, it's written by a guy named Damien, who works in a bank branch and is less than thrilled with his gig. Oh, and Damien's black.

You think you hate your job? Throw a little racism into the mix.

He's got some great anectdotes that are straight out of something from "Office Space,'' like this one:

We open at 8:30 AM. Every few days or so, you might find a couple of people parked outside the branch before we open. You know, folks just need to stop by the bank to handle a little business before they resume their corporate whoredom...

Anyway, there was a dude parked out front when we walked in at about 8:10. A young black dude on a cell phone. He looked to be of the "throwed" variety, but looks can usually be deceiving. Usually, one person from the bank gets out the car to unlock the door and shut off the alarm while everybody else waits for the "clear" signal. I NEVER do it.

So i'm sitting in my truck, and I notice that nobody has gotten out of their cars to go do the damn thing. I look around, and notice that they're looking at me like, "YOU go unlock the door!". So i'm like, "whatever" and go inside to handle up. When I give the signal, they all hop out of otheir cars and walk to the door FAST AS HELL.

"Why are yall walking in so fast this morning? Is it really THAT cold outside?"

"You didn't see him?"

"See who?"

"The guy in the car out there."

"Who? Him? Yeah, I saw him."

"He made me kind of nervous."

"What did he do?"

"He pulled up around the same time we did with his music blasting and parked right next to me. I had to pull my car over a few spots."

"Are you scared of loud music?"

"No, but there was just something about him that made me uneasy."

"Hmm. Okay. He's probably just waiting for us to open."

"I wonder what he wants to do."

"He probably wants to perform a banking transaction. We won't know until we open."

"Well, I don't really feel comfortable with helping him. He kind of gave me a suspicious look.'


"He doesn't bother you at all?"


"Then you can help him..."


8:30 comes around, and I unlock the door. Dude comes up to me and says, "Excuse me, could you help me out? I need to make a split deposit, but I don't know how to fill out the slips to show that."

I look at the deposit, and it's a $7000 check that he's depositing for his parents. Turns out that they wanted him to drop it off at the bank since the branch is on the way to his school.

My co-workers had some egg on their faces this morning.

I'm glad that my manager will be out for a week and a half. I just might act a fool.

But I still hate this place...

Posted by Jeff at February 27, 2004 08:21 AM | TrackBack