Kodak Moments

You know those perfect “Kodak Moments”, where you wish you had a camera to take that perfect snap? I’ve had plenty, but the one that always springs to mind is when I worked in a bank and my boss gave me an ultimatum. I didn’t really want to be there, I did it because this is what was expected of me, you know the scenario, you leave school, get a job, grow old and die. I wanted to travel the world though, but at 17 I figured I was a bit too young. Hey, common sense may not be so common anymore, but I have plenty, and really? The trouble I could have gotten into just doesn’t bear thinking about. So I applied for a job in a bank, was granted an interview and the idiots hired me.

After working there for a while, they gave me a credit card, I didn’t ask for it, (and now as I write, the cynic in me wonders about that). Man did I work that piece of plastic, within six months my boss came to see me at my desk, asked to see my card and, in front of all my work-mates cut it in two. In the great scheme of things I wasn’t in serious debt, but my dream of pissing off around the world was slowly disappearing. That night after work, I was having a pint in the pub over the road from the bank, (yes I was underage, but I was wearing a suit and feeling terribly important, as you do). On the spur of the moment I asked for an evening job, in those days it was relatively easy to get work under the table, and they didn’t really need to know that I was still only 17?¿! And thus began my grand career in pubs. It was easy, and I loved it, plus I was being paid to socialise. This went on for about a while, considering I was working in the nearest pub to the bank, I cannot believe it went unnoticed for so long. I didn’t even know that it was frowned upon, it may have just been Bruce Willis that brought the term “moonlighting” into the collective conscience?¿!jaw_drop_5966751

Anyhoo, my debt was paid, I was now actually saving money and the dream was back to the point where I had a date set to go around Europe, then onto Australia for a year. I was going to be handing my notice in to the bank in a matter of weeks when, of all people, my immediate boss walks into the pub while I was working. He didn’t acknowledge me, just ordered his drink, I served him and off he trotted. Next morning, I’m called into his office. He gave me this long spiel about how the bank prides itself on its employees, and how working two jobs is detrimental to how one conducts oneself, blah blah blah. Then he proposed that I would have to choose which of the two jobs would be better for my future. With no hesitation I said that I felt the pub would be my better option. Well, you should have seen his chin drop, in different circumstances (and a different person), the bank would have to have been the better option, but by now my rucksack was packed and I was ready to go. I have never forgotten the look on that man’s face, his jaw dropped to his desk and he was speechless. I worked my notice and within two weeks of leaving the bank I was InterRailing around Europe, fan-bloody-tastic.

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2 thoughts on “Kodak Moments

  1. Here’s to “sticking it to the man” 🙂 I love those unexpected & defining moments when you go against the grain & take a stand that shapes your future & sets you out on a different path. Do you ever think what would have happened if you had stayed at the bank? & more importantly, “who” would you have become?

    • Hi Vanessa, I would never have stayed, working at that bank was always going to be temporary while I “grew up a bit”. All these experiences make us who we are. I would though be interested in what would have happened had I gone travelling before the bank?¿!

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