The hard stuff about Hard stuff
I was nine years old when I first went to the Post office. Well at least it was first work visit. Post office was right next to my house and everyone in that post office knew me. This happens when you live in a small town and when your mom regularly treats staff members with tea-biscuits. I had been to that post office countless times before. Staff was kind they would let me play with papers, ink stamp, sometimes appoint me to even sort the dispatch. It was fun. Work visit was obviously to do dad's work, which my brother used to do earlier. Any work that could happen without my dad/mom visiting in person to Post office since then was done either by my brother or me. It was fun. I was 12 years old when I first went to the Bank. Dad took me with him, explained me Deposits/Withdrawal, counters and introduced me to few people. Unlike post office not everyone knew me, staff was lets say, less friendly. It was 90's, it was a public sector bank and still known for their staff...