My job as a banker was something I cherished. I really liked counting money and glaring at people. It was nice to see people squirm when we bankers glowered at them and asked questions. In this context, I have to mention one incident that really made me proud. When I was a teller, we had to ask all depositors whether they were depositing into their own account to avoid third party transactions. One nervous customer at the end of the line was trying to find out what we were asking. It went like this-
Me: Whose account is this?
Customer 1: Mine
Me: Is this your account?
Customer 2: Yeah
Me: Whose account is this?
Customer 3: Mine
Me: Is this your account?
Customer 4: Yes
Me: Is this your account?
Last customer: Meyaw
As you can imagine, it was a lot of fun being a banker. So why should I quit this juicy job to become a housewife?
Well, when I got pregnant I faced a dilemma. Should I continue working and let my child run free from my torture or should I quit my job and make him or her (I didn’t know what it was then) study for his or her tenth boards. Everyone I knew then said I should select the latter path because tenth boards’ preps should ideally start from before birth.
Of course, my manager and bank customers were very disappointed; but they accepted the news with a smile. So I quit my job and became a housewife. But I was in for a big shock. I never really knew that the role of a housewife included housekeeping. Though there was no pressure from my family, the society dictates a housewife to cook, clean and clean.
So now I cook, clean (at least the TV to see the screen behind the dust), shop, pay all bills and maintain my husband’s bank accounts online (this means changing all passwords so that he doesn’t know what’s happening to his account). So much work; shtill I’m a housewife…
By the way, we’ve not yet started preparing for the tenth board though my son is already four years old because I’m not sure if he’ll have boards.