First the fridge broke down last night, presumably fried by a voltage spike. I had to move most things to the freezer, which was as cool as the fridge should be. Some things had to be thrown away. Today I locate a tech guy who could come and fix it the same day, he works specifically with this brand, great, but he has to come after he leaves his day job at about 6:30 pm.
Because of some convoluted arrangement in our finances not worth explaining now, I have to make a transfer request to access money in our account. So I send a fax (yeah, fax, no emails) to People's Moronic Bank to transfer some money in the morning. People's Moronic Bank only accepts transfer requests in the morning, but no problem, I got that covered, money gets transfered.
After lunch I pack up the kid to go to the ATM, we go to Crappy Bank of Canada, the closest of three banks in our inmediate neighborhood. Big error. I put my ATM card in, punch the numbers, transaction goes through but no money comes out. Them somebody comes and tells me the machine is broken. Great, they tell me after the transaction has gone through. I check my balance, there's the equivalent of US$1.20 left in my account. She tells me I have to go to People's Moronic Bank, personally, and file a a claim, "you'll get your money back in an hour or so". After I gave them a piece of my mind for being incompetent slobs who couldn't come up with the idea of taping a handwritten note to their piece of crap machine I had to go to People's Moronic Bank, which luckily had an office not far from there.
But let's go back to before I left home. The car didn't want to start. I think the battery has seen the last of it. I finally get the car to start and go to Crappy Bank of Canada to get money from the ATM.
Fast forward to the trip to People's Moronic Bank to file a claim. Car doesn't want to start, again. Eventually it does. Their Customer Mocking representative tells me I didn't actually have to go in person, it could be done by phone. Great, I'll keep that in mind for next time. Conveniently though, they have a direct line there and I speak to yet another Customer Mocking representative who tells me it'll take 7 business days to get an answer to their investigation. Ooohoo, great, I need that money, like, NOW! I have a non-working, half-empty fridge at home, and a tech guy who's on his way. I also give them a piece of my mind, not a big piece mind you, there's not much mind left after all this.
I go home, pick up credit card and go for some money at another ATM, this is not a drive-through, so I leave the car running outside with the windows open and tell their watchman not to stop the thief if somebody tries to steal it.
Tomorrow I have to do something about the stupid car battery. And all this while the husband is in more modern parts of the world. Sure it couldn't happen after he was back from Western Africa.
Og I hate banks! And fridges. And car batteries, dead or alive.
Because of some convoluted arrangement in our finances not worth explaining now, I have to make a transfer request to access money in our account. So I send a fax (yeah, fax, no emails) to People's Moronic Bank to transfer some money in the morning. People's Moronic Bank only accepts transfer requests in the morning, but no problem, I got that covered, money gets transfered.
After lunch I pack up the kid to go to the ATM, we go to Crappy Bank of Canada, the closest of three banks in our inmediate neighborhood. Big error. I put my ATM card in, punch the numbers, transaction goes through but no money comes out. Them somebody comes and tells me the machine is broken. Great, they tell me after the transaction has gone through. I check my balance, there's the equivalent of US$1.20 left in my account. She tells me I have to go to People's Moronic Bank, personally, and file a a claim, "you'll get your money back in an hour or so". After I gave them a piece of my mind for being incompetent slobs who couldn't come up with the idea of taping a handwritten note to their piece of crap machine I had to go to People's Moronic Bank, which luckily had an office not far from there.
But let's go back to before I left home. The car didn't want to start. I think the battery has seen the last of it. I finally get the car to start and go to Crappy Bank of Canada to get money from the ATM.
Fast forward to the trip to People's Moronic Bank to file a claim. Car doesn't want to start, again. Eventually it does. Their Customer Mocking representative tells me I didn't actually have to go in person, it could be done by phone. Great, I'll keep that in mind for next time. Conveniently though, they have a direct line there and I speak to yet another Customer Mocking representative who tells me it'll take 7 business days to get an answer to their investigation. Ooohoo, great, I need that money, like, NOW! I have a non-working, half-empty fridge at home, and a tech guy who's on his way. I also give them a piece of my mind, not a big piece mind you, there's not much mind left after all this.
I go home, pick up credit card and go for some money at another ATM, this is not a drive-through, so I leave the car running outside with the windows open and tell their watchman not to stop the thief if somebody tries to steal it.
Tomorrow I have to do something about the stupid car battery. And all this while the husband is in more modern parts of the world. Sure it couldn't happen after he was back from Western Africa.
Og I hate banks! And fridges. And car batteries, dead or alive.
