It's worse than an insincere 'how are you?' And i get it all the time. I started this job back in june and I wish I could afford to leave. It's true that it's leagues better than my last one, but I'm sick of the bankiing world.
I won't say never work at a bank, it's decent money, usually decent benefits if the ones I've been at are any indication….but know if you work as a teller, and they tell you it's not a sales based position, that's a lie.
I get that the pitches I'm supposed to be giving aren't products at any extea cost, but that dosen't mean mr customer wants to hear about our credit monitoring services when he's just trying to get some cash out.
There's so much pressure, added with the early mornings, the long lines, I want to scream. I just want to stay home and make things, I do like helping people but that's not enough to make up for the stressors.
I can't even quit, I can't go the starving artist route, I need the insurance, I'll be off my parents' soon, and on my own. If i wasn't worried about keeping my body functional I'd give my art a fair shot but it's not happening any time soon.