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[–] ScreamingCows ago 

Oh my god you guys don't even know. Bank life is made for fatties. It's incredibly sedentary and most of it is just double-checking the computers (especially on the teller line, you have no fucking idea).

It's all the worst parts of an office mixed with the worst parts of front-end service. Since we can't all go out for group lunches we have massive potlucks all the fucking time (WNBA Finals Potluck anyone?) and then keep the food back behind the teller line. Hams in and out of my space, justifying their fourth piece of breakfast pastry. A new girl brought in a fucking gallon tupperware container of 'baked potato dip' (sour-cream, bacon, chive, cheese. Was totally amazing) and two family sized bags of chips. All of it gone in an hour, all of it between six people.

Our assistant manager eats a packet of donuts a day for breakfast. We know it's going to be a rough day at work because she'll bring in four bottles of pepsi instead of her usual two.

My bank went through ten packages of Chips Ahoy Cookies in two weeks.

Fuck banks.