I quit the shithole of a bank that I worked for. I reached my wit?s end, and I had to get those bitches when it hurt the most. Let me break it down for you:
There are normally 8 of us working in the branch. It usually takes all 8 people to make the branch run smoothly in any given day. Even having only 7 will fuck things up considerably. With that in mind, my manager saw fit to schedule 4 people off the week after christmas. THAT?S HALF THE FUCKING BRANCH!!!! As you can imagine, this didn?t sit too well with me.
However, I was the only one who saw fit to voice his opinions about it. Everybody else cowered like some little bitches. Of course, my manager wasn?t hearing it. He says that if he can tough it out for a week with half the folks gone, then we should be able to do it as well.
I knew it was bullshit, but I couldn?t say anything against it. I was just gonna make sure that he worked that week and didn?t hide in his office like a pussy, which he was likely to do. So life went on, and everything was cool in bank land.
The Monday before Christmas, my manager tells us that he has decided to schedule himself off that week because he ?hasn?t spent time with his family?. What? I wish a motherfucker would??.. So now we?re down to 3 people to run an 8-person branch, which will probably be busy as hell. I knew at that point that my days were numbered. Customer complaints against me were going to go through the roof that week because I REALLY would not give a fuck. I figured i?d work until the first week of January and quit.
My manager threw a wrench in the operation when he announced that Thursday that he would start his vacation early - that very day. Not only that, he picked the busiest time of the day to step out. I called him out on it, and he basically said that he could do whatever he wanted because he?s the manager. Aight bitch - I got your prerogative RIGHT HERE?.
On top of that, I realized that I would be working all week with the two people that i most dislike. I wasn?t gonna make. It was then and there that I decided that Friday (Christmas Eve) would be my last day. I just wasn?t gonna tell anybody.
So on Friday, December 24, 2004, I walked into work with a smile on my face. If anybody asked, I would say that it was the Christmas spirit. It wasn?t really busy that day; all we did was talk about how busy the next week would be and discussed strategies to maintain the flow of traffic. They made me the vault teller because the vault teller was on vacation the following week with everybody else. I alone had the combination to the mone vault, so if the bank ran low on money, they had to go through me. I didn?t object. They wanted me to run a teller drawer the following week, since all of the tellers were scheduled off. I didn?t object. I was doing it for the better of the company.
At the end of the day after everybody else shut down their computers, I sent an email to them all, along with the HR person and the regional manager simply stating ?Today is my last day here. My keys are in the desk.? I wished them all a Merry Christmas, and that was it.
I can only imagine how hectic that Monday morning was. Banks are usually busy on Mondays because they?re closed on Sundays. You factor in the bank being closed for 2 days, let alone after a holiday, and you have a madhouse (even with all 8 people there). With that in mind, trim the staff down to 2 and you can imagine the nightmare that they walked into that day. Nobody to work as teller. No vault teller. Nobody for the second set of codes to unlock everything. An employee who quit without notice. A parking lot full of eager, impatient customers. A manager who took an early vacation, and is impossible to reach. Let me go back - an employee who suddenly quit without notice AND recently changed his home and mobile numbers. My mole in the system told me that things in the branch reached a boiling point that day, and they damn near had to close it down.
I?m proud of my work.