How I got where I am. Well, part of it, anyway.

So a friend asked me what the story was of how I got my job at the bank, so I decided to indulge her.

Alright, the story of how I got my bank job. One day I was working at the restaurant my dad used to own, in the takeout area. It was a Friday, so it was fairly busy, and after four years of working there, I was comfortable and familiar with the customers, so all was going pretty well. Cracking jokes, chatting it up, you know, whatever. After I got the mini-rush done, I was going to the back to go back to de-boning chicken, when the take-out buzzer went off again. I went to see who it was, only to find that it was a customer that I’d just served. I thought to myself,

“Aw crap—what did we do now?”

And he goes on to tell me (after washing my hands):

“Hey—I just wanted you to know that I like your customer service skills—if you’re ever looking for a job, give me a call.”

And he ended up being a Manger for Sales & Service for TD Bank! So, I went to the back and went:

“Hey, Dad!”
Dad: “Yeah?”
Casey: “I QUIT!!!”

The look on his face was pretty priceless, but when I showed him the card, he told me to go in his office and write my two weeks up. And the rest is pretty much history. I got hired through the bank’s floating employee agency, Your Choice, got assigned to my current branch after a couple of months, they bought my contract from the agency, and now I am where I am. This is the story.

–case p.

By Casey E. Palmer

Calling the Great White North his home, Casey‘s spent the last few decades in pursuit of creating killer content. From novels as a kid, comics as a teen, to blogs and photos once he could grow a beard, he’ll use whatever’s around him to create amazing stuff.

When he’s not creating, he’s parenting, exploring and trying to make life as awesome as possible for everyone around him.

Because a boring life’s not a life worth living!

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