Morgan

When I was a younger mustard, I worked in a bank branch with 17 women and 1 other guy who was rarely there. At first I thought I hit the jackpot. Half of them were good looking and most of them seemed easy going. Looking back, I can't believe how naive I was. I was constantly shit on for random stuff. I tell people it was like having 17 girlfriends without the benefits. If one was in a bad mood, at least 10 were in a bad mood. They absolutely all started cycling together. The good days were okay but the bad days were miserable. I was doing accounts which included new accounts and the scary world of sales. We were judged on sold credit cards, savings accounts, etc. I kept hearing my numbers weren't good and out of the small group of us they made it seem like I was the worst. But they never said it. We had sales training one day and I got singled out for being uncomfortable talking to customers. I'm an introvert but I've never been uncomfortable talking to people. The cool boomer lady that sat beside me actually spoke up and said "really he doesn't seem to have any problems talking to people". I ended up accidentally seeing all the sales numbers one day and I was at the top for most categories and second or third in all the rest. This whole shitshow peaked when I got called into a meeting out of the blue. Three female higher ups and one assistant manager chick I truly hated - who I later found out when wanted to go out with me and that's why she was a bitch to me. They called me in at the end of the day and honestly I had been killing it with sales and filling everything out correctly - which is a massive pain in the ass at a bank. "On page one they sign above the dotted line on page two they sign below the dotted line on page 3 they initial on page 4 you initial and they initial and on page 5 you HAVE to initial the bottom right but on page 6 the initial space stays blank", shit like that. But I hadn't had any problems and my sales were up. I thought I was getting a raise lmao. They took me in there and said "how do you think you're doing?" I said pretty good and long story short they had gone through my desk on one of my days off and found a form I started filling out but didn't finish. A coworker (female of course) had thrown the customer info on my desk and asked me to do the form. I remember it was at the end of the day and I grabbed a form and started filling it out. I quickly realized it was the wrong form so I put it in my desk and went home. The meeting was 30 minutes of them harping about how I was clueless and I needed special attention because of this form. They said it caused a massive problem the day before while I was off. I went from expecting a raise to being told I was too retarded for my job. I got an official warning (lmao). I remember telling them exactly what happened - it wasn't my customer, it got thrown on me at the end of the day, and I discarded the form when I realized it was the wrong one - but they just acted like I was too dumb to realize how awful my mistake was. I think part of it was this was outside of the south and they thought I was retarded because of my southern accent. So anyway I quit the next day and went to the trades. Bless you if you read all this. It's one of those moments that sticks with me.

There is a book titled When Helping Hurts. Welfare is an example of that: "The Aid to Families with Dependent Children program paid higher benefits when no father lived in the household, which subsidized his departure. Between 1965 and 1980, out-of-wedlock births among black Americans climbed from 25 percent to 56 percent." Today: Nearly 70% of Black children in the United States are born to unmarried parents.

I really wonder what you people eat, we don’t eat bacon every day but come in between 75-88lbs per person per year

Just got three calls and a text from an unknown number to check my Fing mirrors on the grain cart…. My grain cart is parked in front of the shop….