::The Call::

there are few things in life that can ruin your day off of work faster than a call from your boss. said call came today, while i was admiring the clean sheets on my bed. and, oh, the error of my ways, my lack of time, my un-diligent behavior was in the spotlight. the scrutiny made me shake with worry: banking is so highly regulated these days, meticulously combed through by checking and triple-checking according to various departments and their responsibility.

so, my errors flickered and flapped before me as i took my criticisms like a, er, woman, as best i could. all the good intentions i have don't mean the job gets done and my part-time schedule combined with full-time job duties finally caught up with me. on My Precious Day Off.

sometimes the banking world gets me down. essentially, i juggle two responsibilities: i'm your teller, but i also open new accounts. a responsibility that keeps me not bored, but also leaves me discombobulated. my responsibilities are clear to me. my ability to balance those responsibilities is challenging: do i sneak over to my desk on a busy day, under the glaring eyes of an ever growing line of customers who know that i can process their transactions in a blink of an eye? or, do i remain at my window on the teller line and ease the burden of my co-tellers on a busy monday? well, i have my answer now. my boss insists i get the urgent stuff done.

now, all i'm left to dread and ponder is the stack of pending work which my boss has sifted through with a critical eye and a potentially thorough chastizing from her in the AM. not that i'm excusing what's deserved on my part, but again with my good intentions. hello? good intentions here. can you go easy on our girl? she's not really feeling up to the brow-beating and recognizes the error of her ways and fully intends to put things right-side up, and straightaway. please forgive her!