Generally I see nothin. A car goes by, a strange pedestrian, but nothin of notice. Generally I spend my time fighting the urge to look at my phone to day dream. On the black and white screens with that cheap security camera footage is the sidewalk outside the bank. Then there’s the main entrance two large heavy doors and the back. I often fight the images of strange things happening. If you stare at anything long enough you start to see things. As a child I would stare at my ceiling and create wild pictures. I bet that’s how early civilizations made people and animals out of the stars.

I’m day dreaming again. Back to the cameras. There’s only four inside cameras. The one in front of the vault, by the bank tellers area, and each door on the inside. I’ve been working here for two years now. I used to be really paranoid frantically watching the leaves float by every pedestrian a criminal. Now it’s so different. Two years of static and I fight to keep my eyes on the screen. I’m barely looking at though. I mean really looking, my eyes are there but my mind isn’t.

I think about how my family is home asleep. How my wife just kissed me before she went to sleep and I just woke up. That’s all I’ll see of her today and tomorrow till the weekend. I worry I’m wasting my time away from my daughter.

The screen again dammit. No matter what I do I cannot seem to keep my mind on the screen. A shadow walks by. It’s a woman, my wife. She’s looking at the camera she knows I can see her. I walk over and get the door ask her what she’s doing here. She said she missed me and that she brought me some food she made.

Back to the static. Just another day dream.