Yeah. I figured it'd be up to da time for a new post.

The First, and Last, of a Dying Breed

Last week, it will be some 13 months since I walked into GreenPoint to be tutored by the best and brightest tellers that were patient enough to sit with me. And a lot has changed since then; not only am I now one of the best part/full-timers they have, but they added in two more full-timers since that time.
And now, both those full-timers are gone.
They came in about three weeks after I did, completing the Branch Circle, as our head manager puts it. A male, and a helluva female. Not to sound skeptical, but from day one, I knew that new chick was just too good looking to be working at GreenPoint; notwithstanding my mamacita at 3rd Avenue & 60th Street. I mean, the female teller was drop-dead gorgeous, and so much so, to separate her from the old timer (who shares her first name) the supe's call her Jennifer, hinting towards J-Lo. In any event, in time we all got to know each other, and with our rather corny sense of irony, we labeled ourselves "The new patch." Reason being, were the batch of tellers that sort of patch things together in the bank. Jen, as I'll called her, got all the sales; the new guy, whose name I won't mention, got all the chicks; and I pretty much did everything else, which accounts for 83% of the load at that branch. Not complaining, of course, but when you do good work, it's supposed to show, somehow.
Fastforwarding to the present, the new guy has found better pay at some life insurance company. So in a rather dragged about way, he left the bank three weeks ago. We keep in touch, yeah, because he wants me to sign up for his life insurance, and now I'm left with Jen, and 7% more workload. Again, I ain't complaining. Not only does it show who's doing what in the branch, but it leaves me with Jen, and Jen was like eye-candy to me; you can look, druel and dream; but you can't stare, touch and feel. And with the passing of those three weeks, Jen & I flirted some. In fact, we're heading to that boat ride on Sunday, and she promised me the last dance. Ooh, I can't wait.
But, while completing my daily tasks for Wednesday, I learned that Jen was let go from GreenPoint.
Whoa. That was quick.
I figured, now they're a tad bit undermanned. Why would they "let her go," just like that? It would had to have been something really serious, and Jen's too ditzy to be caught in some serious dipstick shit like that. C'mon, she's so sexy and fragile and what not...
Then I heard something about a polygraph test. And that was all I needed to hear.
Man, my momma was right, girls are just nothing but trouble.

I wonder if that explains my attraction to older women...

With enough time to process the day, I was fascinated by the realization that out The New Patch that came in last year, only I survived the elements long enough to tell the tale. My box number survived the holiday season, Mother's Day, graduation; and now I'm alone against the more experienced jabronies, without a confidant to fall back on.
Bummer.
What fascinates me even moreso is this, with my CPA exam coming in several months, I will need my Saturdays soon to review for it. Would now be a good time to go full-time, and see what happens? Or do I stick with the original plan, and leave GreenPoint in August, making my stay here a full 15 months? Leaving them at a time of need may not look good when I want to use here as a reference; at the same time, I don't want to stay here, just for them.
Decisions, decisions. And so little time.
Well, here's to me, the last of The New Patch, and to being in a decent paying job for a year-plus.