Another day done at the bank, living life on the lowest rung of the career ladder.
A call centre job really is bottom of the league for any sense of fulfillment, pride or prestige. Only the cleaner or perhaps the 'refuse collector' rival it for stigma. There's still more overtime to be endured this week, though I've Wednesday off to draft a CV and start applying for things. My high-flier younger brother's offered to lend a hand with it too, so there can be no excuses.