9 years ago when Molly was born I left the banking industry.
I have said many times in the span of nine years – NEVER AGAIN.
There would never, ever be another day you would see me behind a teller window.
Well, you know what they say…
Never say never.
Because here I am again.
Sitting behind a teller window.
The hours are perfect (or will be when my schedule goes to what it’s supposed to be next month).
The pay is excellent (especially for PT).
And…it helps us breathe again, financially speaking.
We’re not rolling in the dough, but we can breathe.
The most surprising thing?
I don’t hate it.
With a maximum of 15 hours a week (and a likelihood of only 2 days/week tops in a couple of months)…I’m not there enough to hate it. I like the people I work with, and have worked with one of them before (I actually trained her in my old branch).
…
Now if only the kids would go back to school…maybe I’d get some of my other job done. You know, this writing gig…
I’m so glad you don’t hate it and being able to breathe is a good good thing.