When I first opened a Bank account the Teller who attended to me had been working there a long time. It showed in her mannerisms, her movements and her speech. She had done it so many times that she was probably bored. It was just a job.
It was not an ordinary job back then, I remembered. It was not easy to get a job in a bank. It was a privilege to be employed by a bank and the bank would ask for referees to vouch for the applicant's character.
At one time it was required to get a guarantor in case he or she ran away with the money. So it was supposed to be a prestigious job.
Within the four stolid walls many men and women spent the flower of their youth. Counting the money and making sure that every cent was accounted for.
It might have been boring but it was a safe and secure job. It meant security for life. Whether times were good or bad, whether other businesses were thriving or shrinking the pay packet was there every end of the month.
It would take a brave man to step out of the cocoon and jump into another job or to venture or his own. It was like an "iron rice bowl" as it meant that the job was there for life and the salary would be paid every month.
It was not surprising back then to see the same faces every month, Like a fixture they would stay in the bank until they retire.
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Could you tell us about people in your family and friends and neighbors? I'm always fascinated by people and their relationships and the dynamics of interaction.
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