A correction, a conversation, and a collection.

Original post: March 29, 2007

First off, I'd like to print a correction. In yesterday's blog, I mentioned that cats were having sex. I've since found out that it was Zach having sex. With the cat. Thank you.

Anyway, I think some good news would be good at this point. My I'veOnlyGotTwoMoreDaysofWorkingatMyCrappyJob-itis has been upgraded by doctors to I'veOnlyGotONEMoreDayofWorkingatMyCrappyJob-itis. Yes, the inflammation has gone down considerably, thanks for asking.

Speaking of Farmers, I got to speak with my regional manager today about my career choice. She didn't try to talk me out of it or anything, just wanted to inform me. Much like my father did not four days ago. She explained that her son worked overnight at Target and he only lasted two weeks. Not that I'd quit after that amount of time either, but she wanted me to be aware that they're not going to be hiring anyone until after the Beneficial merger is settled in for good. So, in case I did want to come back, she wouldn't be able to help me until at least September. That was awfully nice of her. She also said she was gonna talk to Zach about going to Commerce, and I gave him the head's up.

(Ed. Note: If I haven't given Zach the head's up before he reads this, Zach: Fiona's gonna talk to you about quitting and going to Commerce. Nootch.)

After that nice little chat she mentioned that she just wanted to make sure I'm happy. She had heard from many people that I had been depressed lately, which is odd, 'cause I didn't think I was. I'm generally quiet all the time. Was I being extra-quiet and introspective? Not only did she hear it from my branch, but she said other branches have said it too. Was my "depression" really that noticeable that people who don't see me on a regular basis were concerned as well? Oh well...

For my last bit here, I'd like to leave you with a couple of lists I've made. Unfortunately, to protect their privacy, I won't be allowed to mention them by name, so I will need to describe them to you. Enjoy!

People that I will miss at Farmers: (Somehow this list sounds more chauvinistic and shorter than I anticipated.)
My co-workers. (Except Zach)
That one blonde who works at the salon down the street (I assume) and comes in for change all the time.
The older (than I am) redhead that I've had a crush on since I started there, but has since gotten into heroin or something and now looks like Ghost Rider. (flaming skull, get it?!)
The kids from Boyd's. (Except Kate)
Any girl that wears something low-cut in the summer and I can successfully negotiate the "short-drawer" with. (Zach and John know what I'm talking about)
The ladies that work for the City of Bordentown. They're all so nice.
The old guy who comes in the morning from EJA. He's awesome.
The Bordentown City Public Works guys. Hilarious.

People that I will NOT miss at Farmers:
The deaf guy who parks in the handicapped spot.
The lady who comes first thing in the morning and three more times throughout the day.
The guy with the lazy eye who only comes to the walk-up and thinks I'm his "buddy."
ANYBODY who thinks I'm their "buddy..."
The old whore who gets her statements mailed to our branch and never picks them up, and who interupts you on the phone when you're trying to recite the novel they make you say when answering it.
The people who come to the drive-thru asking for a printout without calling ahead.
The people who get a printout at least once a week.
The people who ask for their balance after cashing a check from their account.
The Bordentown City cops. Well, most of them.
The people who come in for their social security checks once a month and no other time.
The people who want $700 in "small bills."
The guy whose wife died and he refused to take her name off the account, and henceforth bounced checks due to a "Deceased" flag on his account, then proceeded to yell at me on the phone when I tried to explain calmly what happened. He's just a dick.
The people who bring ten transactions to the drive-thru. The limit is three.
The people who don't write their account number on the back of their checks no matter how many times you tell them.
The people who complain about being charged a fee for bouncing a check. That's why it's there: to deter you from doing it again. We almost always reverse the fee, and it pisses me off.

And so forth. I could go on, but my typing fingers are killing me. Maybe I'll put some more in another blog if I get enough positive feedback from this.