Today, I got to work and saw a little white Volkswagon. Normally, I like Volkswagons, but this one belongs to a certain person we call an auditor.
The auditors are the folks who stop by now and then to see if we're doing every single little thing correctly. They then rate the bank on a scale of one to ten, ten being awesome. So we're always scared when the auditors come.
It's kind of like when you're a little kid and you can't have your sleepover until your room is super clean. Having your parent come in to see if you've reached that perfect cleanliness is what having the auditors around is like.
The tension in the building was horrible. Everyone is looking at each other, trying to make sure nobody screws up, while also attempting to be perfect themselves.
Luckily, it was my half-day and I got to leave at one o'clock.
I left my phone in the car and when I finally remembered to go get it, I had a message from Nadia.
"I just wanted to let you know we got a ten! A ten! A ten a ten a ten!!! We've never gotten a ten!!!"