I’d like to think that everyone is filled with compassion and understanding, and tolerance. But the reality is that we are all trying to strive to a high level of compassion. Many fail, and a small number could be considered saints.
Today I went to the bank to deposit some earnings.
After preparing my deposit slip I walked up to the line and immediately, one teller called me.
Okay, I’ve been called by this teller at least 3x’s before and I had impressions that she didn’t like me for some reason. Now, I’m not a difficult person to get along with and, a lot of times I think I come off as being shy yet easy to get along with, even at my age.
So, I noticed this other teller was available and my experience with her was very pleasant and nice. She’s much younger and she just seems like she has naturally great customer service skills. Another term for that is “people skills”.
Anyway, I was this close to saying to the teller (whom I think doesn’t like me) that I’d like to be served by this other teller (the nicer one). But, I didn’t and I ended up regretting it.
It makes me wonder…
What can people hate about me?
Normally I’m a quiet happy-go-lucky kind of guy, and I know I’m not a mean spirited person.
So why does this particular lady teller seem to hate me?
Okay, let me see. She went through the usual thing that tellers should say… something like, “Hello. What can I do for you?”
Then we go through the whole transaction process of depositing my money. But the whole time I look at her eyes and it’s like she really doesn’t like me. Okay, I can tell she’s REALLY faking it. Now I don’t consider myself psychic or super-perceptive but I do have my moments of clarity and have very sensitive perceptions.
Oops… then she pointed out that I forgot to endorse a check. Okay. Now I think this is something that happens once-in-a-while to everyone. But, why did I get the feeling she was pointing this mistake out to me and there was this feeling that she thought this was the stupidest thing a person could do.
You know how people can make you feel?
Like, you know your friends are true friends because they let you be yourself. They accept you for who you are, imperfections and all. There is a certain trust. A bond. A mutual feeling of humanness.
Well, with this lady teller, I don’t know… I felt very negative vibes and I know I’m really good at picking up on the negativity. I definitely couldn’t trust her because I think she’d be the first person to say I did something bad to the police and would’ve already passed judgement that I’m guilty.
Anyway, me being the sensitive individual, i was feeling already shell-shocked by the whole incident and I vaguely heard her say “Will there be anything else?”
And I admit I had a moment of confusion, and I remember her say “bye” in such a way that you could tell she just wanted to get rid of me at this point.
Next time, I’m going to insist on the other, pleasantly nice teller. Because, I believe in sincere customer service, and I don’t want to go through that again with that other teller with the “negative energy”.
As a matter of fact, to show the managers and supervisors who I think are the nicest tellers, I’m going to wait until they are available and just go directly to them, the nicest ones who treat me the best.
Life is short. Why have some meany person try to ruin your day?
And besides, I want to feel extremely comfortable going to a bank, especially when it’s holding my money!