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:
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.