They say that breaking up is hard to do. So if you've been thinking of getting rid of manual cash counting, but just haven't found the right words, we offer the following suggestions on Valentine's Day.
Dear Manual Cash Counting,
It’s over. I’ve had it. I’m breaking up with you. I know we’ve counted together for a very long time, but your constant nagging, dual control issues have worn me down to a shadow of my former self. I’m exhausted. I cannot stand another minute with you. The cash room walls are closing in on me and I can’t breathe. You are a back office ball and chain. Our time together has become more effort than you’re worth, and I’m tired of looking down all the time.
I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but there it is.
I’ve thought about this for a very long time but I don’t sense you’re ever going to change. I just can’t live with your pathetic, 5, 10, 15, 20, over and over and over. It’s the same thing, every single time. If I make one mistake, we have to start all over again. I’m done with that toxic dance. I need my space and my time back. I need to be free. I crave talking to people, customers, and staff. I want to look up and smile!
It's not me. It’s you. We’re at different points in our lives. And I don’t want to carry this burden anymore.
I'm going away to figure some things out with ARCA, the company I told you I met at the gym. I truly believe cash automation may be in my best interest right now. I feel alive when I think about it.
Farewell, Your ex.
Dear Cash Automation,
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Hey you. Roses are red. Violets are blue. I didn’t know what perfect was until I met you. You took my breath away when I saw you dispense that cash. I’ve never seen anyone handle cash the way you do. You do everything for me without me even having to ask. And just when I thought you couldn’t get any better, you swept me off my feet by kicking out that counterfeit, lying cheater, bill. Have you been working out?
To be completely honest, I’m fresh out of a relationship with Manual Cash Counting. And I should have dumped that old, has-been habit long ago. So I may be a little sensitive, but I’m ready to evolve. I’ve been thinking about you all day. I was just telling my former co-workers about you. They’re SO jealous. I’ve talked to a million people today and all I can think of is you.
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