my bank teller is a genius

During my work-related bank visit this afternoon, I received some excellent advice from the ever-so-brilliant teller assisting me with my deposit-dropping duties.

“If you’re not having sex, you might as well make some money,” she suggested, while reflecting upon the many hours she spends working each week.

At the end of an almost-eleven hour work-day, I comforted myself by recalling the words of this wise, wise, clearly overworked woman. Perhaps the extra income (incurred as a result of extra hours worked) will actually offset my general lack of sweet, sweet lovin’, I thought.

And then I remembered . . . I’m salaried. Working overtime ceases to be (optional and) lucrative once manager status is achieved. Remind me again why I applied for this job?

Also: did I really write “deposit-dropping duties?” Seriously. Someone give that girl (see: me) a drink.