hale pupule

I was working again as a bank teller. At the bank where I used to work, in the office in the ghetto where I started with that particular company. Words and letters didn't make sense, the shrew of a merchant teller was even more of a shrew than she ever was in RL, the lines got longer every time I looked up, my cash drawer kept moving, and the computer looked like nothing I've ever seen before. The only two bright points were David Thewlis as a customer (he had his family with him, so he was just a friend, but they were nice) and my father as the branch manager, but he was impatient and demanding.

I know there are a few bank employees on my flist; I'm not saying it's a nightmare for everyone. Just me. I feel just as tired now as I did when I went to bed.