ANOTHER YEAR... onward! (Part 152a)
There were still a lot of
other things happening in my life besides the matter of Jerry being
hired. Once that situation was somewhat resolved I was able to get back to a
semblance of normalcy. Elle ended up teaching for almost the whole month of January
and, because Bill, the principal, told his wife not to charge us for
having Kaye, our youngest, at her day care Elle was able to bank most of
the money. I’d been a little disappointed that the amount of money I
got back from the retirement system wasn’t more. Adding about $350 to it
got the amount almost up to what I’d guessed would be needed for Elle
and I to have a much delayed (10 years) honeymoon. So, that was a
definite positive. We still had to come up with money to get us to
Florida in April so we could take advantage of the offer from my
parents. I’d lined up some sign painting jobs that would help and was
weighing an offer from my brother to work the boat show in the city with
him. I’d done some preliminary research on air fares as that was all
we’d have to pay for the whole trip. If my calculations were correct I’d
have enough if we took the “red eye” flight leaving around midnight.
Elle didn’t like that idea but agreed that we shouldn’t touch the other
money. Even though that trip was three months away we were both getting
excited about it.
Happenings at the bank included moving Hobie
over to under the stairs and Bret and I moving further back on the platform so that Jerry, the new guy, could have Bret's old spot. I
hadn’t realized that from Hobie’s old desk I wouldn’t be able to see
very much of the lobby and my view of the teller line would be severely
reduced. I made a point of telling Bret that he had to be even more
aware of what was going on in both areas. I wasn’t about to give Jerry that kind of responsibility.
Before making the move
Hobie hadn’t realized how much traffic there was for the public rest
room. A low, waist high partition had been installed to effect a
designated space for him but it didn’t deter many people from walking right into
the area to get to the toilet. There was one incident shortly after
Hobie moved that was somewhat of interest to me. Hobie had someone at
his desk when this woman started to walk in, stopped and just stood
there. I was at Letitia’s window when I saw her. I remember her starting
to walk away, stop, turn and walk back. She stopped without going into
the area and it was then that I realized what the situation was. I
watched as she sort of bent over a bit and then saw her seem to be
walking in place. I knew the signs of a ‘potty dance’ and my focus was
completely on her and not on the transaction I was working with Letitia
on. I remember her standing there, feet moving and looking back over
her shoulder. Then, she abruptly turned and headed for the back door. I
couldn’t help but smile. As soon as I could get free I headed over in
that direction. Right where she’d been standing was some discoloration
in the rug but even more interesting was the sort of trail that I could
see heading across the lobby. I hadn’t recognized the woman, probably 40
something. but then again, we knew the general public would walk in off the street
to use the facilities.
One of the other happenings was in getting
Janet’s expected resignation. The decision (and permission) to keep Jaz on the
payroll after the conversion paid off. Having Jaz trained and ready to
fill in for her made the transition seamless. I’d talked a time or two with Bret about
moving Peggy from the drive up to the lobby teller line as she’d
performed well during the busy period but he had one reservation... the
school savings program that she’d reorganized and streamlined. In
casually chatting with her I sensed that she was proud of what she’d
done. In spite of that I felt it was only fair to ask if she’d consider
the move. When I approached her about it I could sense that if I’d
asked her to do it she would’ve. But I wanted her input and she said
she’d like to finish out the school year. I couldn’t disagree. As far as
Jaz was concerned, she’d been a teller in training for longer than any
that had been hired since I started so both Bret and I felt comfortable
in putting her on the line. She’d been working with most of the tellers
in her old position so she fit in with the dynamic of the group.
As
expected, Lillian continued to provide ‘free shows’ (panty peeks)
although she’d shown up in a pants suit a few times. The problem with
that was that her favorite color was navy blue which was not all that
conducive to VPL’s so it was a bit of a disappointment when she wore it.
Alice, the young teller I’d hired just before the ‘busy period’, had
performed very well. For someone so apparently shy, she’d managed to
handle some somewhat irate customers without making problems. She
dressed very demurely, mostly dresses with a few skirts thrown in, which
didn’t offer up much in the way of panty peeks. She, as opposed to
Lillian, knew how to bend over without compromising herself. It was
sometime about mid January when Peggy showed up in a pants suit. The
rule for them was that the jacket was supposed to cover the ‘dupa’. It
had not been an ‘issue’ because, after all the ‘noise’ made about
letting females wear pants, very few did on a regular basis. As the cold
weather approached we started to see more of them but on any given day,
never more than two or three for the whole bank. In Peggy’s case her jacket covered about half of her backside which was perfect
for observing a VPL. It was Bret who spied it first. When I saw him
approaching the look on his face was like that of a cat that had caught a
canary. He let me know and within minutes I’d confirmed that she was
wearing the SanSoucie panties that I’d gotten for her. That definitely put a smile on my face!
To be continued...
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