It's been awhile since I've had to study so much.
somniloquy (som-NIL-uh-kwee) nounIt's intense and was sort of intimidating, at first. I can picture myself, scheduled to leave at 6pm, but not being able to settle my drawer until 9pm. It's a little nightmare of mine. And then the two tests/quizzes. Eek, it would be embarrassing to have to take them over. They'd probably tell your supervisor how you function during training, too.
The act or habit of talking while asleep.
After studying quite a bit, I got a 99% on that first quiz. We were required to get at least 80%, and those who didn't had to come in an hour earlier this morning. That would suck. Some of these people have to travel quite a distance to the training center. And I gather at least four people fell into the take-the-test-over category, and there are only ten left in the class. (We've lost two, no one knows why. They both seemed very interested, too.)
There are some alarmingly young people in training with me. One of them, Beamer, is a very sweet young woman who is always lost, and I do mean completely lost. Actually, so is Lily. She's right out of high school. Then there's Wilma, who I find hilarious, except she's not trying to be. She's good natured about it, though. Last Friday, we were all encouraged to wear football jerseys, which she did, and when a company photographer came in to take our group picture, Wilma lined up with the rest of us who were jersey-clad, but then looked over at the photographer, ya know, the guy with the huge camera around his neck, and said, "Oh! Are you gonna take our picture?" She was not kidding. Wilma is entertaining.
Actually, teller#9 is more often the entertainment, in a much different way. He's catching on much quicker than any of the rest of us, but his social manner is sometimes hard to interpret. One day, just out of the blue, he asked our instructor if she dyed her hair. When he speaks to me, and I answer him, he just stares at me. He speaks in a monotone, doesn't take notes, doesn't highlight anything, and I suspect that he doesn't study, either. He is old and young at the same time. Chronologically, he's quite young.
Wednesday, Feb 6--
Update: Lily has disappeared: And then there were nine.
I should be studying, and I am, really--just taking a break....the test is Friday, but I won't have as much time tomorrow to pour over this stuff. My eyes are tired.
Feb 8--last test. It wasn't hard, but I did make a couple stupid booboos. That's all right, I wound up with the same score as last time. The tests are not the part of this that's challenging. Oh, and Beamer didn't show up for the test. She went through almost two weeks of this, and just walked off.
After the test, it was another day of class. Another woman from the security department came in with a collection of bad checks, and had lots of stories about people who keep falling for the same fraudulent/scam crap we've all heard about: "I'll mail you a check for $30,000, and all you gotta do is deposit it and wire me the money!" The saddest ones are the dating scams, when the poor schmuck isn't looking to make money, but just wants this nice woman from some poor country to have the money to fly here and be his Valentine. Security Woman said she had a long conversation with one man who walked into one of the branches with a fraudulent check who had a sob story about his "girlfriend" and he was so totally convinced about her story that Security could not reason with him at all and decided to simply close his account. Of course the bank could have simply refused the check, but Security felt that he was a risk to the bank, since he might try something like this again and he certainly would not be able to cover the cost of the check after it bounced.
Since it was Friday, and people kept dozing off, Instructor handed out little packets of Starbursts. Teller#9 kept asking people to trade colors with him, since his will only eat the pink ones. He's such a trip.
We have to go back in for about half a day on Monday to make up time we lost the first week. Then the training will sort of start all over again....