teller what? I hardly know her!
The cute girl at the Credit Union recognized me today. Not from Metroblogging (that would’ve been too cool) but just from being in there before. Credit Unions are the best - so much better than banks. I have yet to find anything they don’t do better. Granted they don’t have as many locations, but that is rarely a problem since I’m almost always on Direct Deposit. Plus, not having as many locations, when you have to go to the bank for something, you’re more likely to be recognized which gives it a more “small town” feel. The tellers seem to have more of a relationship with the customers.
Then I was thinking about the down side to that whole ‘knowing your customers’ thing given the situation around here in the last year. My account, for example, lets just say, was not in excellent shape. And you have to think, that tellers have a very unique view of how people are doing financially. It must be hard on them in many ways. For example, watching someone they’ve ‘known’ for years, struggling with finances. Another example is, since they aren’t’ immune to the financial strains of the last year themselves, it has to be kind of hard watching people they’ve ‘known’ for years be unaffected by the financial strains of the last year and take it all in stride. Either way, I suspect there are customers that strike them one way or another a little bit; if they even bother to think about it at all. But how could they not?
I guess it’s just odd to me that I didn’t really stop to appreciate the unique perspective they have until today. Still, tellers have it easier than bartenders from what I’ve seen. Poor bartenders….sad, sad, sad.
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I actually have thought of that before. One of my ex girlfriends used to be a teller at the bank I went to. She knew what was in my account all the time. Not good. Although, handing her a giant bucket of change and telling her to bring it in to deposit was a little perk.
I hope the strain doesn’t cause her to snap and cut you up and cook you up in a gumbo and then write a drippy article about it in the Sunday Living section.
I guess I’m a bit lucky. When I moved to a small town in Florida, I started banking with the local bank which at that time had only the main office in that small town. About a year later, my wife and I moved west to Tallahassee but rather than move our account to a Tallahassee bank, we stuck with the small town bank knowing they were planning on opening a branch in Tallahassee in the year following our move. They treated us very well and went out of their way on more than one occasion to help us out (something the big banks in Tallahassee wouldn’t do) and I’ve been one to remain loyal to businesses which treat me well and fairly. Now this bank has several branches in the region yet they still treat me well and know me by name. I’ve been banking with them for twenty years and unless I move out of the region, I expect I will be banking with them for the forseeable future.
Dear Army Corp of Engineers,
By cutting down the trees to four feet tall the trees
are going to die yielding dead roots; these dead roots
will leave hollow ground screwing over your levee
and the citizens tenfold.
O, by the way, sand rolls - clay stays put.
Laurie
I am a teller at a small town bank and it’s nice to hear good comments. I usually deal with “What did you do with all of my money?” or “That balance is wrong, I have way more in my check register.” The giant buckets of change I could live without! Much love to you guys in New Orleans!
Can the docks support 6-8 Carbival Cruise
ships or are they pulling buggers out theire ass?
Laurie
Why can’t I
write normal comments
like everyone else?
Sometimes I think
my message is lost in my
quirky style which looks like but
is not reminiscent
of iambic pentameter.