One day this fug will lift and I will be a brilliant person.



Maybe.

My Job

I work for a bank in Manchester. I am a Banking Adviser, and basically it is my job to be on the phones and sign people up for a bank account. Most of the day people phone through to me, occasionally I have to phone through to them. It's quite standard. End up speaking to a lot of people, my current favourite customer is an 18 year old lapdancer who does not seem to have any ID whatsoever to open an account with us but is still adament that I call her back once a week to see if she has found anything. Other times I have to speak to people who you wonder how they manage to get through the day. The account is pretty much open to anyone, there are no credit checks that you need to pass as we don't offer any form of credit and you don't even need photo ID, just some kind of bills and tax documents, so basically it's an account for people who have been refused pretty much everywhere else.

Anyway, my point is I am running myself ragged with it. We are on 3 different shifts, one week we do 9-6, the next we do 10-7 and the next 12-9. But if we like we can work extra hours to open more accounts. The more accounts we open the greater the bonus we get at the end of the month. It's all about the bonus. Yesterday I worked from 10am-9pm. Today I worked from 10am-8pm. Never ever have I worked so much, and I don't even really mind it. I'm weirding myself out with it if I'm honest.