smarty

Now, since I'm a blond, I get thrown into the "dumb blond" category every once in a while. So when someone comes up to my window at work and says "You look smart today" I look over my shoulder to see who he's talking about.

Can he be referring to the girl with short blond hair standing in front of him?

Me?

I wasn't even wearing my glasses today!

drive-thru monday

Sometimes I wish I could put Mondays on fast forward. It would be nice if we could just use the "drive-thru" for Mondays instead of sitting down in the lobby and have it take FOREVER to get through. Especially since Mondays seem to hate me. I mean, come on Monday, what did I ever do to you?

Now, I used to be okay with Mondays, but I think the older I get I'm finding out that the things people say about this day really are true. I never knew there was so much wisdom to be gleaned from the Garfield comic strip! That orange tabby nailed it down when he saw the evil side of Monday.

Truth.

teller girl's day off

I work every other Saturday, and the weeks where I do go in on Saturday I get a day off during the week. When most people have the day off, they come back and talk about how they spent the day running errands or doing things with their kids. Let me tell you how a single girl with no kids and minimal errands to run spends her day off.

I rolled out of bed at 7:30 am (not even hitting the snooze button once!), threw on my gym clothes, sprayed my short, bed head hair into submission with my large can of hairspray, grabbed my keys and water bottle and headed to the gym.

After two hours of self-inflicted physical torture, I threw in the towel (because the gym frowns on me when I take their towels home) and ran home for a hot shower.

Day off equals no to makeup and yes to glasses, so getting ready for the real part of my day wasn't a problem. I had a lunch date with my sis before I headed home again to give my car a bath. Today was a beautiful sunny day, so I pulled my car into a perfect little sunny spot for my pale skin to soak up the warm rays. I liberally applied my sunscreen before getting to work.

to answer, or not to answer?

Ever notice how someone's phone can be completely silent until it's their turn to order at a restaurant or checkout at a store? It's like there is some force out there that knows the most inopportune time for a phone to go off and will make sure that is the only time it rings. Or someone's sole purpose in life is to call you at the exact moment that is not convenient for you.

Maybe there is another life force out there that gets its kicks out of making phone calls to people at the right moment to tick off the cashier or fast food worker. Aliens. Who knows, they could be out there.

And they definitely have access to cell phones.

Whether from some type of terrestrial being, or a part-time call-at-the-wrong-moment employee, there has to be an answer as to why the phone rings just as a customer comes up to my window.

stalking, not stalking

Do you ever get the feeling someone is watching you? Or you are driving alone, and for some reason, you think the car behind you has been following you too long to feel comfortable with? Today I'm here to say that I am a stalker.

Yes, a stalker. This is the truth.

Ever since I went to teller training, I have been taught to "build rapport" and "get to know your customers" so that I can "better meet their needs and give good customer service." Lies. All lies.

At least for me.

When I try to build rapport with customers, things get weird. Fast.

The bank encourages us to get to know the customers so that when they walk in the door we can greet them by name. In most cases, it's a great idea to use their name before they bring you their withdrawal or deposit slip with their name written down -- it makes them feel special and comfortable that we know them.

Not a smart move in every case, my friend, not a smart move.

the haircut

We've all had one of those moments. That moment, when, you wish you could go back in time and change something you did, but... it's too late.

I hate to admit it, but I actually have those moments quite frequently. What is the most recent moment you ask? Why, it was just a few days ago when I got my hair cut.

Short. Way too short.

It's actually not too bad. For a boy. But my hair grows pretty fast so it shouldn't be an issue for long (I keep telling myself).

Being a bank teller, I see a lot of different people every day, and some of them can't hide what they are thinking (they don't even try). So I have gotten a lot of comical reactions to my new "do."

First, there are the regular customers who notice right away, and most of them are nice and will say, "I like your haircut" to me, and then we will move on to topics like the weather or the nice weekend we all had. I love those customers!