First week.........

This past week was a first of two things. The first week of work for me and also the first week my womanizeing cousin from Jamaica is in NY.

Let's first start with the first week of work. Well once again I'm surrounded by females with attitudes, but that's not the end of it. The bank I work at is so boring that most of the day we do nothing to do with our job function. So the manager also a female give us, the teller other things to do to try and expand the branches monetarty intake. Like make phone calls to potential customers above more investment at that lovely bank. Also she and the bank as a whole is more sales driven, they want every customer to use every product they have to offer. From CD's to internet banking to direct deposits, she seems to be stressing us the tellers to sell these products to the customers that come into the bank. If the customers that came in the branch was more than ten a day I think that could happen, but with so little customers coming up to the windows what can we really do. She also expects me and the other new girl to be experts so quick, she is a bit crazy and it is getting to me so quickly. I guess working in England in a more relaxed atmosphere grew on me. I come back to NY and once again the American mentatally of sell, sell, sell is being drilled in my head with heavy resistance. What can I do but be myself and try and make them happy as long as I'm working there, which might not be more than six months.

Now to my cousin from Jamaica, already the first night out with him brought me home at six in the morning. It was an interesting night, but not too exciting. It seems as if he has lost his flare for the ladies and the night life. I guess that five weeks in a Jamaica jail has knocked some sense into him. All we did that night was check one female friend of his who came to the US on a little girl's passport and she's twenty-two years old. That was cool, then we met up with another one of his friends in Brooklyn, he is a forty-five year old guy with three kids and still living like he single, young and free. Crazy, huh?? Well we hit a few spots seen some nice sexy ladies and then came home. Nothing too exciting.

I'm not really looking for any excitement but would help greatly to get my mind off my ex. She has been on my mind soo much ever since I came back. I really wish she could be here with me. I just wish with all my heart I can win a few million and get a house and get her to marry me and just live over here somewhere. That's just a dream, a dream I dream every night and every day. Well I guess we can all dream happy dreams, I hope I have one tonight, I'm sick of crying at night.

Good Night. Sweet dreams!