EST. TUESDAY · TELLER: HIM · EXACT CHANGE ONLY
Meowney is a cat who climbed into a money bag, got stuck, and now works the window at a bank. He counts money all day. None of it is his.
i went in for the smell of the paper and the bag shut behind me. by the time anybody noticed, the branch had already stencilled my name on the glass and printed a little plate for the counter, and correcting them at that point would have been rude.
so i count. sixes, twenty sevens, one hundred and ninety nines. i push them under the glass and i watch them walk out the door with somebody else. the two twenties standing up in my collar have been there since the first morning and they are not mine either — i checked twice, then i checked again.
MAKE THE AMOUNT EXACTLY · NO ROUNDING · HE WILL WAIT
↑ PUSH BILLS THROUGH HERE
CUSTOMER 01 · WALK-IN
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THE DRAWER — CLICK A BILL TO PUT IT IN THE TRAY
click a bill in the tray to take it back out
DAY SHEET — WINDOW 1
ONE THING TURNS UP FOR EVERY CUSTOMER HE GETS RIGHT
WEEK 1 · STILL IN THE BAG
NOTE 01 · 09:14
this is the face of somebody who has counted forty one thousand dollars since monday and gone home with the same nothing. i am not sad about it. i just have the eyes for it now, and the eyes do not switch off at the end of a shift.
NOTE 02 · 11:40
they were in the collar when the bag closed. i have filed them as found property four times and the form comes back saying the property is not lost. so they stay up there, forty dollars of somebody else, riding around on my neck all day.
NOTE 03 · 16:55
people see the sign on my front and assume it is a boast. it is a uniform. the branch prints it on everything that holds money, including me, and nobody printed anything on the inside where i actually live.
READ IT AT THE WINDOW · HE WILL NOT READ IT FOR YOU
END OF SHIFT · WINDOW 1
eight customers, eight correct amounts, drawer down to the cent. the branch says nothing when it balances, which is how you know it balanced.