It is the shortest non business day of the week for a bank teller. But of course the bank I work for in the name of convenience decided to stay open for two more hours than most banks. (Not Commerce)
I hate it when the MN stands behind us at the teller's station to observe us and I seem to forget he's there a lot. He's not overbearing nor intimidating. Friendly guy actually.
I just finished a simple transaction of depositing a check for this young lady.
Me: Thank you, have a day. (Hands receipt)
SC: (Glances over receipt quickly) The check went in the checking right?
Me: (With no attitude nor rudeness, nor even being a smartass) The account number you wrote down is what the check will be deposited into. (I honestly couldn't remember anyway)
SC: Oh okay. (Well she wasn't a SC at all, just clueless. Then she walks off.)
MN: Wow B! You are so rude.
Me: (Startled) What? What are you talking about?
MN: The way you told that young lady "Oh the number you wrote down etc etc."
Me: And how was that rude, I was just sayin---"
MN: No, no we gotta work on your customer service. You were so rude."
Me: Oh my gosh..
MN: No its not oh my gosh.
Me: She's the one who wrote the account number down, she's the one who even checked off the box "Checking" and shit on the receipt it says "Checking Deposit!" And I'm the bad guy here? She didn't seem to think I was rude.
MN: So what, you could of checked it for her through your paperwork/
I just remained tight lipped because there was no point arguing with him. He'll kiss any customer's behind.
If he called that rude, he sure as hell didn't see what I did to this next customer, who deserved it.
SC standing at the business line without a clue. I called him over and he gives me his business card and an empty withdrawal form.
SC: Uh, I want to take money out of my account, I dunno my number...but I need $200.00 worth of quarters."
Me: Alright just fill out the withdrawal form anyway. Step to the side sir as you do that so I can cal a customer.
SC does it with no problem. After I'm done, he comes back and hands me the form for a $300.00 withdrawal.
Me: I thought you said you needed $200.00?
SC: I realized I needed more.
Me: But all I have are $200.00 actually (Lied, ok well he's lucky because I could had limited to $100. I had only $300.00 personally and the other tellers, being it a Saturday after spending the entire week giving out quarters were drained out. I happened to be lucky.)
SC: But, but this is a bank, you don't have $300 of quarters?
Me: No sir. (Keeping a straight face)
SC: But this is a bank!
Me: I'm aware of that. Throughout the week we give out quarters, shipment only comes once a week and you're not the only business around here.
SC: (Blank look)
Me: So do you still want it or not?
SC: Fine.
Me: Yup take what you can get.
As the conversation rolls along my two co workers on either side of me are snorting and chuckling their heads off at my retorts. At my branch in particular, whenever we get to correct a customer, we call it a "buff." We say it aloud ever so often throughout the day, just for humor.
So I processed his transaction and collect the quarters. As I'm putting them on the counter, he continues to stare me down with that dumb blank look of his.
Me: (Getting annoyed) Is there anything else sir?
SC: What, wait, you're not gonna gimme a bag to carry this?
Me: (Actually smirking because I knew I was going to have fun with him) We don't have bags sir, most business customers come prepared with their own bags.
*BUFF*
SC: How you expect me to carry this?
Me: I don't know. This is not a grocery store.
*Buff* Co workers snickering even louder.
SC: Anything at all?
Me: (I could had given away one of our coin bags. I have before to those were really friendly...but...I just wanted to win and besides...they're not for customers!) Lemme see sir... (I checked around the huge garbage cans we have under our desk and was able to find a thin plastic bag left by a earlier customer. So I slipped it to him.
SC: (Looks at it wide-eyed) This is it?
Me: Yeah, I got it from the garbage.
SC: What? I can't believe this--
Me: Our garbage is pretty clean though, that bag will do. (Tryin so hard not to burst out laughing.)
SC: (Reluctantly puts the quarters in the bag, walks away, and mutters to himself)
Other Teller: He's not gonna make it one block! BUFF!.
I hate it when the MN stands behind us at the teller's station to observe us and I seem to forget he's there a lot. He's not overbearing nor intimidating. Friendly guy actually.
I just finished a simple transaction of depositing a check for this young lady.
Me: Thank you, have a day. (Hands receipt)
SC: (Glances over receipt quickly) The check went in the checking right?
Me: (With no attitude nor rudeness, nor even being a smartass) The account number you wrote down is what the check will be deposited into. (I honestly couldn't remember anyway)
SC: Oh okay. (Well she wasn't a SC at all, just clueless. Then she walks off.)
MN: Wow B! You are so rude.
Me: (Startled) What? What are you talking about?
MN: The way you told that young lady "Oh the number you wrote down etc etc."
Me: And how was that rude, I was just sayin---"
MN: No, no we gotta work on your customer service. You were so rude."
Me: Oh my gosh..
MN: No its not oh my gosh.
Me: She's the one who wrote the account number down, she's the one who even checked off the box "Checking" and shit on the receipt it says "Checking Deposit!" And I'm the bad guy here? She didn't seem to think I was rude.
MN: So what, you could of checked it for her through your paperwork/
I just remained tight lipped because there was no point arguing with him. He'll kiss any customer's behind.
If he called that rude, he sure as hell didn't see what I did to this next customer, who deserved it.
SC standing at the business line without a clue. I called him over and he gives me his business card and an empty withdrawal form.
SC: Uh, I want to take money out of my account, I dunno my number...but I need $200.00 worth of quarters."
Me: Alright just fill out the withdrawal form anyway. Step to the side sir as you do that so I can cal a customer.
SC does it with no problem. After I'm done, he comes back and hands me the form for a $300.00 withdrawal.
Me: I thought you said you needed $200.00?
SC: I realized I needed more.
Me: But all I have are $200.00 actually (Lied, ok well he's lucky because I could had limited to $100. I had only $300.00 personally and the other tellers, being it a Saturday after spending the entire week giving out quarters were drained out. I happened to be lucky.)
SC: But, but this is a bank, you don't have $300 of quarters?
Me: No sir. (Keeping a straight face)
SC: But this is a bank!
Me: I'm aware of that. Throughout the week we give out quarters, shipment only comes once a week and you're not the only business around here.
SC: (Blank look)
Me: So do you still want it or not?
SC: Fine.
Me: Yup take what you can get.
As the conversation rolls along my two co workers on either side of me are snorting and chuckling their heads off at my retorts. At my branch in particular, whenever we get to correct a customer, we call it a "buff." We say it aloud ever so often throughout the day, just for humor.
So I processed his transaction and collect the quarters. As I'm putting them on the counter, he continues to stare me down with that dumb blank look of his.
Me: (Getting annoyed) Is there anything else sir?
SC: What, wait, you're not gonna gimme a bag to carry this?
Me: (Actually smirking because I knew I was going to have fun with him) We don't have bags sir, most business customers come prepared with their own bags.
*BUFF*
SC: How you expect me to carry this?
Me: I don't know. This is not a grocery store.
*Buff* Co workers snickering even louder.
SC: Anything at all?
Me: (I could had given away one of our coin bags. I have before to those were really friendly...but...I just wanted to win and besides...they're not for customers!) Lemme see sir... (I checked around the huge garbage cans we have under our desk and was able to find a thin plastic bag left by a earlier customer. So I slipped it to him.
SC: (Looks at it wide-eyed) This is it?
Me: Yeah, I got it from the garbage.
SC: What? I can't believe this--
Me: Our garbage is pretty clean though, that bag will do. (Tryin so hard not to burst out laughing.)
SC: (Reluctantly puts the quarters in the bag, walks away, and mutters to himself)
Other Teller: He's not gonna make it one block! BUFF!.
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