Wednesday, September 14, 2005
I recently gave up my job at the bottleshop in favour of a higher paying alternative, which should more adequately keep me in various recreational drugs to while away my perennial student days. I've taken the position of a casual Customer Service Representative (a branch teller to those not versed in wanky corporatese) at a large retail bank. Currently I'm training at a branch with a mentor standing over me at all times. I have to say it's quite mindboggling how many procedures and various other crap I'm supposed to memorise during the four days with my mentor. After that, the bank - in its infinite wisdom - throws me into a branch on my lonesome and I have to flounder about until I get it down pat. Scary. Anyway, been a bit of a brain strain, what with the steep learning curve, and I have been thinking even less about the ways of the world than I normally do. My posting is consequently going to sink to a lower grade (plumb those depths!) than my five readers are currently used to. Lap it up. However, normal service should resume shortly - you'll notice when the standard is raised from blandly inoffensive to utterly barbarous.