Parties for any occasion are the memories that make me smile the most when I think back on my miserable days in banking. When a party needed to be planned, a self-appointed party planner would gladly delegate his formal responsibilities to a colleague and start micromanaging the event. The coworker, looking forward to a delicious reward, would cheerfully take on the extra job.
I was mostly assigned to the bank’s larger branches, where parties were certain to occur twice or three times a week. A significant event called for lunch or snacks and a special milky tea known as “KT.” I’m not sure why; it may have meant “expensive tea,” spelled with a “K.” While the majority of us would take a little break from our work to engage in lighthearted conversation, some of us would stay at our desks and balance eating and ledger marking in order to demonstrate our commitment to our jobs.
The transfer season would begin shortly after the officers’ lavishly funded financial year-end celebration, which they had received as a year-end stipend. It was another occasion for a celebration, and at least a few cops would have to pack their bags and go on! Sometimes a thrifty officer would team up with another transferee to co-host the party, which would enrage the workers. I once worked under a manager who was second in command to the branch manager. Rather than put a greater dent in his wallet by hiring specialists to handle the cooking for the more than forty employees, the manager decided to put the responsibility on his wife.
Another time, the caterer had outdone himself and brought a gas grill and cutlery to a party I was throwing. He immediately served hot pooris and the delicious south Indian dish pooran poli/holige. The branch manager did recognize my inventiveness and credited it to my background as the daughter of a hotelier. His departure speech to me may have been affected by the extensive food, as he said that he was leaving the organization freely, even though he had a lot to teach others about hosting a proper party. I was on the verge of staying, but I decided against it and moved on to teach somewhere else.
The Bankers’ Club was founded in a few places by passionate volunteers and is comprised of members from a variety of financial organizations. Among its many activities are planning events and assisting with social networking.
One day, my husband told me about a gaffe the main attendee at one of these parties had made. The primary visitor praised my husband for organizing the delicious “snakes” that were enjoyed by everybody during his speech after lunch. I think that everyone was able to control their response to this comment in some way.
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