A continuation.

Original post: March 30, 2007

I think some congratulations are in order. The doctors have ruled me "Bank-Free!" Incredibly liberating.

On that note, I'd like to update yesterday's lists after having paid attention to the customers today.

More people that I will miss at Farmers:
Nobody. I spent too much time thinking about who I'd put on the OTHER list, which is much easier.

More people I will NOT miss at Farmers:
That lady who used to come into Boyd's with the post office envelopes full of weird things for Bruce.
The lady who cashes her paycheck and requests four rolls of quarter that she never uses. She holds onto them and brings them back at the end of the month to deposit into her account.
The guys from Quick Stop that hold all their deposits for the week and bring them in at once and waste thirty minutes of my time.
The pervert who comes inside to see if Sherry's working, and then goes outside to the walk-up if she isn't. He stood in line for five minutes while I had no other customer because he didn't want a guy to wait on him.
The clerk from Fieldsboro who insists that we print an extra carbon copy of their deposits, but it's not good enough to just place it underneath when I print the first one, because it isn't "clear enough." I have to go back into my journal after each transaction and reprint it.
The foreign guy who runs the gas station down the street and makes a wire transfer everyday.
The guy who hands me his deposit, says "I want to deposit this," then hands me his checks and says, "and cash these." That's not what you're doing. You're depositing part of your checks and getting back cash. Really, I don't know why that one's so irritating, but it is.
The guy who comes to the walk-up every day and asks to change a 20 into a roll of quarters and ten singles. What the hell does he need that for every day!?
That guy's friend and his girlfriend who hang outside of the deli when I go on my lunch break everyday like Jay and Silent Bob.
The lady who calls me "Eon."
The lady who calls me "Ivan."
That chick that has a note on her account to make us cash her son's paycheck against her account without a hold even though he's not a signer. Why doesn't he just open his own fucking account?
The guy who comes in from Mastori's to make a TT&L payment. That's the only time he comes in. All deposits are done at the main branch. Why can't they take them there as well?
The kid who drives up in his Beamer, parks, then comes over to the walk-up window.
The lady that works at the Acme who doesn't drive and has her parents drive her to the window and she does her transactions from the backseat. She's thirty-something with at least two kids.
The people who don't take the time to learn ANY part of their account number. "I think it starts with 280..." Yeah, they all do that, buddy.
The people who smoke at the drive-thru, then hand you their transaction with the hand holding the cigarette so all the smoke goes right in your face.
The people who drive up to the window like they're in a hurry, but have nothing prepared. You've just turned a quick convenience into a waste of time 'cause you don't feel like getting off your lazy ass.
ANYONE who comes to the walk-up window. Totally pointless, in my opinion.
Finally, the people who have moved away from Burlington County, but still insist on banking with us. We get deposits mailed to us from California. Just find a bank in your part of the country already!

On that note, I've decided I'm going to be a dick and start mailing in my deposits as well, even though there's a branch exactly one block from my house.