Today was a light day at the bank, we had a few phases with no customers. My coworkers at that branch are okay, but I like my mornings quiet, so I opted for quiet thought when I could. I was reflecting on how I decided that I am the type of person who needs seclusion to get over the past. I enjoy time to just kick back and detach myself from the goings on, I think that gives me the perspective that I need to get past myself - that is, the self that I refer to as my own before such time of seclusion. In any case, I came upon an immediate conclusion: I hate work mostly for this reason.
I mean, the pay could be better, and I don't enjoy standing all day, and there's nothing glamorous about customer service, but all of that I can deal with. But as much as I am tolerant towards CSR work and its woes, it's the absolute worst thing for me now. Seclusion and customer service are polar concepts. Not only must I spend my days knee-deep in social obligaitons and the like in the company that i do enjoy, but at work I spend my day chuckling to the humour of 70-90 year old european men, dealing with the frustrations of angry scammers, trying to pawn off cheques on our precious banking system and so on. My sanity is always being tested at the bank, as seclusion recedes further into unlikeliness. I don't mind the bank so much during school. I go to a branch, I spend 5 hours making deposits and verifying cheques and the million other things you can do in banking, then I come back home and return to schoolwork. Not bad, heating in the winter, air con in the summer.
That's all for now, I can feel the thoughts are coming back to me. I will resume writing in the near future... possibly in the immediate future. But for right now, I'm enjoying good conversation. Seclusion? Maybe later. But that's okay today.
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