Just having come back from lunch, I sit down behind my island/desk that is the Customer Service Center (I'm not supposed to sit, but, hey! I just don't care.) The banker's desk is behind me. Said banker gets up to grab paperwork. The customer in the banker's office turns around.
Customer: "Do you work here?"
Me: (What gave it away? Me sitting behind the CSC desk? Or the fact that I'm wearing blue and black?) "Yes I do."
Customer: "Okay. Cool. It's cold here! I'm from Miami. It's so much warmer there."
Me: "Yes... It's cold."
Customer: "I need a job. I should work here"
Me: "You can go to our website to apply." I turn back to my computer
Customer: "Can you help me with that?"
Me: (Ugh) "Actually you have to apply from your home. I can't really help with that." I turn back to my computer
Customer: "Well maybe if you give me your number I could call you and have you come to my place and help me with that."
Me: (Am I being hit on?! I think I'm being hit on!) Um. I don't think I can help you with that. Sorry.
Customer shrugs and and turns around.
Me: (Too bad I'm married! I would TOTALLY want to go out with an unemployed creep. Yep.)
Welcome to my job. If it isn't short jobless guys asking me out, its toothless homeless guys shamelessly oggling my chest. Any of you want a job here too?