Four weeks ago I began a new job at a leading financial institution. I was hired as a contractor to serve in the mutual funds department. Mutual funds, as it turns out, do not require Federal licensing to the extent that stocks, bonds, annuities, and etc. require. Even so I spend most of my day talking loudly through a headset to 70-something adults who’ve forgotten their password or where they were married resulting in being locked out of their account. Occasionally, I get a caller who wants to know their account balance, yells “Shit!” when I tell them and promptly hangs up.
Life in a cubicle is marked different than running a bar and kitchen. By the way, that’s what i did before the new gig. I spend most of my time in a chair, although I can walk around as much as I need since our headsets are wireless. I’ve made my home with little trinkets and souvenirs I’ve collected during my travels. The dress code is rather a attractive. It’s nice not having to wear the same thing every day.
What I like most are the people. My supervisor sits just behind me. I’m constantly asking questions, making my seating assignment a strategic importance. I’m flanked by two other gents, on my right a highly motivated young man who likes to fry chicken after work. To my left, and older gentleman who seems to know everything and spends his down time studying for his Series 6 exam.
Issac, who sits a few cubicles over, has proven to be one of my favorite. He grew up in Australia, worked on a ship for a bit and then joined the service. He was an A-10 mechanic during operation Desert Storm and currently lives in a studio apartment because his last roommate tried to sell a half pound of cannabis to an undercover cop.
Since things have begun anew, I’ve decided to try and keep this blog thing going. With what, who knows.
Until next time,