Fuck the BANK!
Gosh, where the hell to start? The beginning usually, right?
Friday pretty much sucked ass. Ok, not that bad. The meeting was helpful for a little while. Until they started getting into menus and features that I can’t even access due to internal controls, so why would I need to know about them?
About halfway through the day, I had this beautiful idea that I should go and start a bank account with my paycheck that day. I had almost an hour of overtime, so I should have been able to leave a little after 4:30 and the bank closes at 6:00.
No problem, right? Except when they decided it was ok if I had a little bit of overtime, just so I could watch how to do something that they will NEVER ask me to do, but whatever. I finally got to leave at about 5:13. Called the bank to see if it was pointless, they told me it usually takes about 15 minutes and it should be fine if I got there at 5:30. Can you see where I am going with this yet?
Get down there; sit down in the waiting area. When they helped the lady in front of me at 5:45, I asked her if it was pointless to wait. She said no, the guy in the middle would help me out in about 5 minutes. There were 3 people helping new accounts and the two ladies had grabbed the people in front of me, so I figured the guy in the middle would be done soon. Ben and Derek showed up at 5:55 to help me get the paycheck cashed in case I couldn’t open the account that day. They come in and sit with me. I sit there for about 5 – 10 minutes reasoning about giving up. Part of me is thinking, he’ll be done soon and the other part is thinking, he is never going to be done. I decide, after the day I’ve had, that I REALLY don’t care anymore and try to leave.
The doors are locked, of course, so we ask someone to help us get out. The guy says sure, I can help you out, but the guy in the middle can help you now. I am still determined to get the hell outta there and I say no, thanks, I would just like to go. The guy in the middle says I can help you, if you want to wait 5 minutes.
What The Hell? No, I don’t want to wait 5 fucking minutes, I’ve already waited 35 fucking minutes. I’ve had quite enough, ass master! Didn’t the other asshole JUST say you could help me NOW? What does NOW mean to you, ASSHAT?
Oh and if anyone cares, the bank was Washington Mutual in downtown Eugene. They suck!
Friday pretty much sucked ass. Ok, not that bad. The meeting was helpful for a little while. Until they started getting into menus and features that I can’t even access due to internal controls, so why would I need to know about them?
About halfway through the day, I had this beautiful idea that I should go and start a bank account with my paycheck that day. I had almost an hour of overtime, so I should have been able to leave a little after 4:30 and the bank closes at 6:00.
No problem, right? Except when they decided it was ok if I had a little bit of overtime, just so I could watch how to do something that they will NEVER ask me to do, but whatever. I finally got to leave at about 5:13. Called the bank to see if it was pointless, they told me it usually takes about 15 minutes and it should be fine if I got there at 5:30. Can you see where I am going with this yet?
Get down there; sit down in the waiting area. When they helped the lady in front of me at 5:45, I asked her if it was pointless to wait. She said no, the guy in the middle would help me out in about 5 minutes. There were 3 people helping new accounts and the two ladies had grabbed the people in front of me, so I figured the guy in the middle would be done soon. Ben and Derek showed up at 5:55 to help me get the paycheck cashed in case I couldn’t open the account that day. They come in and sit with me. I sit there for about 5 – 10 minutes reasoning about giving up. Part of me is thinking, he’ll be done soon and the other part is thinking, he is never going to be done. I decide, after the day I’ve had, that I REALLY don’t care anymore and try to leave.
The doors are locked, of course, so we ask someone to help us get out. The guy says sure, I can help you out, but the guy in the middle can help you now. I am still determined to get the hell outta there and I say no, thanks, I would just like to go. The guy in the middle says I can help you, if you want to wait 5 minutes.
What The Hell? No, I don’t want to wait 5 fucking minutes, I’ve already waited 35 fucking minutes. I’ve had quite enough, ass master! Didn’t the other asshole JUST say you could help me NOW? What does NOW mean to you, ASSHAT?
Oh and if anyone cares, the bank was Washington Mutual in downtown Eugene. They suck!
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