Oh sweet sweet minimum wage, how do I miss thee? Let me count the ways:
I miss people actually looking me in the eye when they call me an incompetent bitch. If I needed someone to insult me over the phone from far far away I would call my mother back from time to time.
I miss the access to free, rich, hot coffee. Office coffee is potent with the taste of 'We are to cheap to care about taste, we just need you awake, oh yeah and your Christmas bonus, that's well, not going to be happening this year'.
I miss human interaction. At Coffee People, and B&N I was a 'regulars' slut. A lover of my own inside jokes with the customers I called my own. Nobody loves a banker! The consumer in banking is just that, they consume all of what they can at the lowest rate they can find, there is no loyalty.
I miss walking, moving body parts other than my swivel chair and my fingers.
I miss friendly coworkers who like to share food, drinks, and conversation. It's no fun being the 'kid' at the office. The 'unmarried one'. It is lonely.
I miss friends visiting me and following me around while I pretend to work.
I miss changing the satellite radio station to cool jazz, to the power of the 80's, back to holiday favorites in mid July
I miss TIPS. Oh my dear Lord do I miss tips. Unfortunately a tip less life is very complicated, its details are inclusive of horrible concepts like auto pay, savings, 401k's, mutual funds, and often, overdraft fees.
I miss the rush of doing something good for another person instead of a company.
I miss
Mostly I just miss happiness, calm, and real live human people.