I came upon the same problem today as I do every time I make the trip to the bank, the bank teller.
Now I don't know if anyone else really has this problem, but it is just something that is potentially awkward.
So you know when you go inside the bank and sit in that maze of a line then walk up to the teller when they say "I can help you down here"? So you get there, hand over whatever it is you have and tell them whatever it is you want to do...then you stand...and stand...and stare.
What are you supposed to do at this point? Today it took my teller a little longer than usual to put money into my checking account and dish out the remainder of it to me, and she kept giving these weird looks with her eyes and face at her computer screen. This is the problem. I'm not sure if I am supposed to look right at the teller while she does all the work or find somewhere else to look while she does her job.
I can't imagine that anyone would want someone, or possibly 50 some people staring at them while they do their job...but what else am I supposed to do? So I started to look around, like I always do. Stare at the other people in the bank, look and see myself in the camera, turn around and act like I'm stretching, fiddle around with my wallet and glance over my gift cards 10 times each just to make sure they are there, and casually glance back at the teller...that strained look on her brow.
So now that I actually looked today, I'm worried that there is something wrong with my account and the teller decided not to tell me. So as I sit here, about an hour after I made it back from my awkward trip, I wonder if I'm going to lose all my money in my account. Either that or she noticed my last few payments for the 7/11 and Bud Light cases of beer. She probably just wonders what I'm doing with my life and feels terrible that I'm wasting away precious moments....I just about made myself cry there.
The camera is something else that makes me sweat. That is just something else that makes you worry about where you put your hands, how intensively you glance over at the huge security safe behind the desk, and just how dumb your outfit looks as you stand there. Now the FirstMerit here in Cleveland show you on TV when the camera switches over to your teller spot...my bank in Twinsburg, does not. I'm not sure if I like the TV or not...at least the TV gives me something else to look at while the teller pounds away at the keyboard wondering why this young adult still can't remember his checking or savings account number. I'm just waiting for the moment to come when the camera swings on me and the security officer leaps over the back from under the desk (where the hell did he come from? Does he live down there?), or the teller to hit that secret red button under the desk (you see it on TV all the time, so I figure it's there) and the cops to come flying in to arrest me for staring to hard at the teller while she plugs numbers into her 1995 Apple computer. "I wasn't trying to figure out passcodes officer, it's just so damn awkward up here...."
So I'm not really sure if anyone else has this problem...but let's just say I was ecstatic to leave...yet still unable to figure out who or where to look at when exiting the building.
It's good to be back...
...from the bank
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