this story is set in a london bank where I used to work many years ago. I went on 2 week vaca to America and then on my return trip our flight was cancelled due to bad weather so I had to leave a day after and got to heathrow monday morning at 6am.
I called my boss and said "listen I just got in jetlag, cancelled flight, long story short I cannot make it in to work today"
she goes "that is understandable but i am giving you till 12 to make an appearance"
so I drag myself in to try and save my job.
Around 3ish am serving this client who wants to withdraw money he gives me his passbook and i put it in the printer and go to sleep! right in front of the dude who by now is speechless, u know that feeling u get like u are falling in ur sleep yeah i got that just as I was about to fall out of my chair, so i wake up count out his money and hand it to him with a smile like nothing happened. The guy recounted his money like 3 times b4 he left just to make sure I didn't make a drowsy mistake and I think he told my boss because she sent me home after that.
Somedays I feel like Solomon, I'm not as wise as he was, but I've moved around so many times, it's impossible to have nothing to say. I am just finally catching up to the season of life I'm in - which is a homeschooling, slightly crunchy, crafting,work from home, writing and sports mum. You have now been introduced to my multiple personalities, hopefully you'll identify with one of them and stick around.
What?? and you still kept your job??
ReplyDeleteyep i did, its not like its my fault my flight was cancelled or they made me come in when i was asking to stay home, i was extremely tired
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