One of our tellers had off today, but she still stopped by our drive-up to deposit a check. She also asked the drive up teller to get her a cup of iced coffee from the coffee shop and put it through the drive up drawer for her. I was not listening to their conversation, or I would have kicked the drive up teller in her knee cap to prevent the tragedy that was about to unfold.
See, the standard coffee shop iced coffee cup is roughly eight inches tall. The clearance of our automated drive-up drawer is six inches. The brain power of these two tellers combined is not enough to toast a piece of bread.
And the time it takes for someone to completely clean a cups worth of iced coffee out every crevice of the automated drive-up drawer is about an hour and 45 minutes.
I went to school for Fine Arts. I'm an accomplished sketch artist, painter, photographer, writer, and designer. I'm gruff, rough, and kinda tough. So how the HELL did I end up working at Fiscal United Bank? The following stories are all true accounts of the day to day insanity that I have encountered as a representative of Fiscal United Bank. Only the names and minor details have been changed to protect... well, to protect me from litigation, frankly.
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