Supplemental.

Ah, the thought of me losing my wallet. That Monday, I felt the next four months flashing before my eyes. The looks of disdain my parental carbon based units would have. The time spent in between school and work getting replacement SScards and Hunter ID. Getting a new ATM card. Trying hard to keep this a secret. And how one of them nosy-ass tellers would find out and spread the gossip. The aggravation I would feel towards that teller, and everyone else for that matter. How I would vow never to eat at that Wendy's again, and how I'd break that vow during Finals week...

Luckily, those were all just waking nightmares.

Today was just a really off-beat day for me. If there was ever a time those smeg-heads at work were real sofa-kings, today was that time. Of course, it starts off with some bad news: I'm stuck next to that darned GreenPoint Old-timer, who's trying to learn how to make bootleg birthday invitations for some computer class. So much for finding any SSF's today. Second, I'm stuck with a LS - lazy supervisor. Oh, how I hate lazy supervisors.
In any event, the day begins quite smoothly. The same ole' people; the same ole' transactions, the same ole' gossip. It would remain like this until around 11:30AM, when the computers start to mess up. I couldn't process anything on my screen, nor could the other male teller. And we're the fastest tellers there. Soon, all but one person couldn't do anything on their computers; and that one person was...
The GreenPoint Old-Timer.
I felt so sorry for those customers, as the line doubled, then tripled, into a frenzy. Da boss calls back office to find out who messed up; meanwhile, the LS wobbles around the area trying to find some answers. Security eventually calmed the noise down; but the uncertainty of the management didn't help matters. You would think, during the time period, all the tasks and errands would be ran to take advantage of the break we had. Nope, everyone was circling around the air, trying to figure out their next move. Elsewhere, I started taking safe deposit customers, and the AM tried to reboot the other male teller. In the interim, the GPOT was taking customers. One. After another. After another. After another.
Folks, it wasn't getting any better.
Soon, not only did she no longer have access, but no other GreenPoint teller in Brooklyn had access! I don't know whether this had something to do with GreenPoint being bought by North Fork Bank for a cool $2.3Billion, or whether we were looking at the rise of the machines. But for the next half-hour, no one was doing anything.

Fifteen after noon, I came back from the safe deposit, and started rebooting to see if my luck changed. I reminded the LS that I have a Bio lab at 5:30, and can't be late. She nods, and waddles away. Finally, my machine came back up, along with the other male teller's. Soon, word was dispatched that everything's back in order. And I'm telling you folks, with a drive that was indescribable, the guy and I cleared at least half the line until the other tellers were ready. Half the line! On occasion, we nodded to each other in the realization that we are quite the tag-team, and all our manager could do was nod in satisfaction.
2PM, 1 hour before closing, I finally go to lunch. And nobody can quite understand why I am so tired. Well, I'm just saving my energy for the bio lab, I replied. I go back up, and within seconds, I knew exactly what I was going to do, without being instructed. As the errands pile heaped to overflow, I glanced at the LS, the person who is actually supposed to start running these errands. She looks at me, and before she started to speak, I gave a firm yet disgusted, I know.
So there I was, running errands, with errors abound. The LS wobbled back and forth, trying to get them fixed, meanwhile I attempted to prove. Never finishing, I returned to the workstation to finish the errands, and the errands doubled, with errors still being fixed. I looked at the time: 3:40PM. I walked to the LS, and reminded her once more that I had to leave for Lab. She panics,

Look there at all the errands!! I'll fix this one, meanwhile, try to run as much of them as you can. We'll get out of here soon enough. Just finish, eh?!

By the time I looked up, with only two more batches to go, the time read 4:45PM. With the LS engulfed with her little project, I knew that I was going to miss that lab. With an exasperated shrug, I finished all the errands and went to prove my register. After 20 minutes of gathering my daily tickets and all other important data, I finally proved. The LS turned at the errand workstation, saw I wasn't there, then shrieked my name out. The error was fixed, and now I could finish everything. And so I did, until I came across one $7000 mistake on the check ledgers. The time, 5:10PM. Everyone was starting to leave, and it would take the geniuses of management another 15 minutes to fix their error. I signed out 5:30PM, just when the lab started. And here comes that piece-of-shit LS:

Oh, we fixed the error alright. Your numbers were correct. Oh my, look at the time; you'd better hurry before you miss your lab. Thanks again...

I swear, pissed off is not the term that would describe my facial expression. And what's more, she had the brazen nerve to recall a Saturday in which after an altercation with her, one of her working pens was suddenly "bent." Realizing it was me (because I had already pleaded the fifth), she says that I need to work on my temper. I have to beg the lab practitioner to come in on another day because where I work, no one does shit unless you ask them for help; meanwhile this piece of crap is screwing up my chances at graduation, pissing me off with her laziness...
And I'm the one who needs to work on my temper?! I'm telling you guys, I may survive a 13 months at this job, but not a minute more.

Needless to say I missed the lab. I went straight home and straight to sleep, to arise just in time to catch the ending credits of Smallville.
What a life, eh!

Some silver lining did come about, though. One of the female tellers that I missed on Saturday got her Valentine's Day surprise, and I was treated to hugs and kisses. Maybe someone's been reading my blog...

I'mma try to finish this later. I feel my face falling on the keyboard...