I've been left alone in my in-laws home...
I woke up at 9am... walked to the neighborhood pool at 9:30 (no one but me was in it).
At 10:30, someone showed up, so like a hermit, I gathered my things and left...
watched TV, moved our stuff to a different bedroom (let the new guy, her sisters boyfriend, have the old bed, hahaha!), ate lunch, and freed my in-laws computer of 72 viruses...
It aint France, but there isn't much for me to do here except be a bum... maybe I'll go to the pool later... I feel exactly how I felt when I was 14 years old in the summers... Cause at 15, you had to get a job, and summers weren't free anymore, but I am here, back in my pajama pants, with nothing to do. Even if I wanted to go to work (which, in a way, I do) I can't!
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Man, I need a vacation! All this lazy time you just laid on me is making me want to max and relax. Can you believe we only have about 2 more weeks!?!?!? DW, here we come!
ive realized that I will never really be able to enjoy a vacation the way they are meant to be enjoyed as long as I have a job. If I have a job and take time off, the two thoughts in the back of my mind will be "What is going bad at work due to me not being there" and "work is going to be tice as hectic when I get back"...
So, if I ever change jobs again, I will take a vacation between them, to fully enjoy it.
ah the classic can't relax when you want to relax....fortunately my job affords me the ability to pretty much totally relax when i'm gone from there. since i'm just a teller and my job doesn't really change from day to day, i can leave it home. the only thing i really have to be concerned with is all the gossip i will miss out on. you'd be amazed at the drama of having 6 women working so closely with one another...
Man, I hope you can at least mostly enjoy this one. I know I'm gonna FULLY enjoy it. I can understand, but not fully appreciate where you're coming from. It's gotta be tough being the ONLY person who can take care of stuff at SJS! Of course, in that line of work, it's really that way just about everywhere. Anyway, we'll try to make this the most fun, relaxing experience possible!
HAHA! Julianna, you know my Mom works at a bank with a bunch of ladies, too. It's so true. She's fed-up where she works, though. She's about to quit soon. Been there 11 years. Anyway, I just thought it was funny how much you sounded like her when you said that!
You know, I rarely got bored in France. It was weird that way. I wrote, read, watched movies, surfed the internet or went for a walk. I might get a little bored if Amy was on the computer and my eyes were tired from reading.
I bet its tough to relax from a job where its just you running the gig. At my new/old job there are other supervisors to handle the workload so I can chill when I'm not there.
When do you start back to your new/old job? Or have you already?
well sipper, you can let your mom know that it's not just her bank. it kills me the things that go on behind the teller line. the pettiness, back-stabbing, gossip...
sheesh..i just try to stay out of it and do my job!
Truly, Julie....Of course, it isn't so much the tellers and all who are the bad guys. Her boss is a real jerk and the bank she works for cares nothing for its employees. She's just had enough and she doesn't need a job anyway. Dad can easily support them with his business. She's only staying right now because the bank doesn't give them enough staff to go around and get the job done and she wants to try to get the folks there in the best position possible before she leaves. But, no matter what, she's out by the end of September. She's fed-up.
the suits at banks kill me...
at one amsouth, there was a long line. So this suit guy sees me in teh back and is like "Sir, may I help you" in a this-isnt-my-job-but-i-am-high-up-enough-to-do-any-job fashion.
I say "Yeah, I need some deposit slips, the drop off is empty outside."
So he is like "no problem sir" and goes looking for them. Since all the ladies are busy, he doesnt interupt them. I am getting a little frustrated because I was late as it was, so I say "dude, look..." and reach over the counter (I thought that was kind of frowned upon) and grabbed about 10 deposit slips that I could see from where I was standing. Then I left... I was hoping he felt a little dumb. I dont think he had ever worked behind the counter.. just sat in an office and gave out loans with 8% interest and offered .1% interest on worthless savings accounts... of which I have one of... I rack in about 70 cents a year... yippee...
It's da man tryin to hold a brothah down! Power to da peeps!
ahh the darkside....i am soooo glad i left amsouth. its a shame more banks aren't set up the way the one i work at now is. we have 3 branches and we can truly keep it customer centered.
yeah jamison, its a wonder the tellers didn't call the cops or push the panic button on you.....
reaching across the counter is a definite no-no
Triscadecaphobia!!!!!
Phwew! I'm ok, now.
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diez y trente
Immersion therapy...I like it!
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