As some of you know, I was in a minor car accident about a month and a half ago. My car literally had no damage, but I sustained some emotional trauma at the accident. Those details are snip-its of my life that simply are not appropriate for the internet, but would, regrettably, make for a great blog. I digress.
When I got into the accident, I was driving to pick up one of my clients from her work. Even though I work 6 days a week, I coincidentally haven't driven with this client yet. It's been so long that I didn't think twice when I offered to drive this particular client to her bank this afternoon. I felt immediate anxiety as we pulled onto the main drag through our town. So much anxiety that I started crying, in fact. This intrigued my client tremendously, so she asked me why I was crying about fifteen times in two minutes. Our conversation went as follows:
Client: Shae, why are you crying?
Me: I'm not crying.
Client: Yes, you are.
Me: No, I'm not.
Client: Yes, you are.
Me: No, I'm not.
Client: (after a period of brief silence) Why are you crying?
I am a child of the 21st Century, and because of this, I have never in my whole life used a check before getting my current job. The majority of the client's finances are handled through checks. My task today was to withdraw some petty cash from my client's bank account. One of the other staff members gave me a two second overview on how to do this, but obviously the information was inadequate, given how confused I was when we pulled up to the teller's window at the bank. The teller gave me instructions as to succeeding at my given task. They did not help my already panicked brain make sense of what was going on around me. When the teller walked away I felt completely alone. I found myself quietly pleading, "Come back... please come back... come back..."
Life lesson: Tellers always leave their microphones on.
God damn it.
What can I say- stupid human tricks!
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