Towards the tail end of graduate school, while I was finishing my thesis and job hunting, I started working full time at a regional bank as a teller. They placed me in one of those branch units in a grocery store and although it paid okay for the difficulty of the job, I never felt it paid enough for the customer service aggravation it entailed. People understandably get really irksome when it comes to their money, and have a tendency to take it out on the messenger when they discover they can’t manage their business very well.
It was a weird job and I met a lot of kooky people during my tenure there. And a lot of strippers. So many strippers. “Oh, Von Scriptenstein, that’s so cool, you partied down with strippers?” I hear you asking me, and the answer is no. I took the previous evening’s earnings from strippers to deposit. Often. And if you think that’s super rad, you’ve never held a black light up to cash. There’s a reason you see so much hand sanitizer when you go to the bank.