Be Bold, Granny!

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Power to the Grannies!

I was out running errands this morning and the first place I had to stop was the bank.  I needed to get something out of our lock box.  Now the system that our bank uses to let them know if someone needs help (other than money transactions with the tellers) is not the best.  You don’t just stand in line and go up to a teller to tell them what you need.  Oh, no!  You have to go sit in a little alcove and wait for one of the folks who sit in offices to come out and find out what you want.

There is a desk in this alcove but I’ve only seen an employee sitting at it once in the entire time we’ve been members of this credit union.  Usually they just rely on a little web cam that sits on top of the desk.  I guess they monitor it from their offices and if they notice you sitting there, they eventually come out.  Sometimes I sit there for quite a while, in full view of the tellers, before anyone from the offices comes out to help me.

Today, I was in a hurry and when I went to sit down, I noticed that the web cam was pointed at the wall.  This is the point where my normal “be nice at all costs” upbringing would have kicked in and I would have sat there for who knows how long waiting for someone to notice me, especially since the camera was worthless as a “heads-up” device.  I would also normally sit and stew about having to wait.  I actually started to do just that but after about 3-4 minutes of that nonsense, I thought to myself, “What in the world am I doing?  Just get up and move the darn camera!”

Woo-Hoo!  It worked.

Woo-Hoo! It worked.

That’s exactly what I did.  I stood up and, bold as brass, stalked over to the desk and positioned the camera so that it faced me head-on.  Then I glared at it.  I also thumped my lock-box key against my driver’s license over and over, making an annoying noise.  By this time there were three of us potential customers waiting in the alcove.  Finally a clerk came out from the tellers area.  I never DID get someone to help me from the offices but at least I got into my lock box.  Did I mention that they have a really inefficient system?

It was a small act of rebellion against my normal passivity in the face of authority but I was proud of myself.  I still don’t have the courage to go pull someone OUT of their office but catch me in the right mode and I might get to that point.  In the meantime, that one small act of rebellion was one GIANT leap for this granny.

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