When I was a bank teller, I also delivered pizza to help make ends meet. Because banks pay their tellers very little to take a lot of crap from horrible people. It’s a sad world, the world of banking. Anyway, when I was working both jobs, I noticed that the part time delivery gig held several advantages over my day job. The following are listed in no particular order…
- On average, I could earn more in an hour delivering pizza than I could in an hour at the bank.
- Little kids got excited when they saw my car pull up in their driveway. One night, a little kid, no older than 5, ran out of the house screaming, “THE PIZZA MAN!” No one ever got excited about seeing me at the bank. In four years, I never heard anyone scream, “A BANK TELLER!”
- Again on the money issue… At the end of a night delivering pizza, I could walk away from the job with cash in my pocket. Doing that at the bank would have led to being arrested.
- Shall we talk about discounts? With the pizza delivery, I got 50% off no matter how many pizzas I wanted to buy. With the bank, I could get a discounted interest rate on a loan. But first I’d have had to be approved for the loan. And then, I would still have to pay it back with interest, just not as much interest as the average customer. Those loan payment coupons would not make a good meal. You know what would? Pizza.
- Pizza customers always seemed really grateful. Even the ones that didn’t tip very well were still happy to see me. I brought their dinner. Bank customers were occasionally grateful, but mostly they complained because I wasn’t fast enough or did something wrong or they wanted to blame me for something that someone else did wrong. Tellering was a really thankless job. I never got tipped at the bank, BTW. That would also have been illegal.
- If something awkward happened between me and another coworker at the pizza place, it was okay. Because in just a few minutes time, I would be out in my car driving a pizza to its new home. And there was a good chance I wouldn’t see that coworker anymore because we were like two ships passing in the night. At the bank, if something awkward happened with a coworker, I would be stuck there for the next 8 hours. That could, some the times, make for an uncomfortable day.
There you have it. I hope you’ve enjoyed this insight into what it was like to work these two jobs and to live in those two worlds.