So angry
I temporarily lost control of my temper today as I contemplated the assholes at a certain bank. I thought I’d recently terminated my relationship with this bank by closing my accounts.
Closing my accounts means closing my accounts, taking all the money out, and saying goodbye forever.
Then I got a statement from them last month saying I still had 4 cents in my account.
I knew I should’ve taken care of it. Can’t imagine how that happened since I closed my account in a physical bank because it is much too difficult to get customer service from a real person on the phone.
So this month, I see another balance statement, and this time I owe them money because I don’t meet their minimum balance.
I threw something. I yelled. I refrained from throwing my cell phone once I found it.
Then I called the bank and swore at their automated system repeatedly. No options to talk to a human being.
A calmer person tells me, try pressing 0.
I call back, swear some more and cut off the options which were presented at me when I tried 0. But I tried 0 again, and actually got a person.
I steeled myself up not to swear. Miraculously, I didn’t, though I told the guy on the other end of the line, in a very terse tone, that I had absolutely no intention of paying their service charge for my “overdraft.”
This must happen all the time.
“I’ll refund the fees and close your account. Is there anything else I can do for you ma’am?”
He took half the sting out of my anger, though my throat still hurt from the angry yelling of swear words.
“So I’ll never get anything from you guys again.”
“No.”
“Thanks.”
“Thank you for calling Bank of Axxxxxx.”
By the way, that same bank is taking over my credit card company. Just as I thought I was rid of them, I wasn’t. Just as I thought I was rid of them again, I wasn’t. I’m highly tempted to pay off my credit card today and find another credit card company to deal with. I’m that angry and irritated. I’ve been annoyed with them for a long time, which is why I canceled my accounts with them.
Banks are evil. I miss my credit union more by the day. And I haven’t even had the problems you’ve had with Bank of Assholes.
Ezra Pound was not fond of usury either:
With usura hath no man a house of good stone
each block cut smooth and well fitting
that delight might cover their face,
with usura
hath no man a painted paradise on his church wall
harpes et luthes
or where virgin receiveth message
and halo projects from incision…
See: http://www.fisheaters.com/usura.html
On the other hand, he was a bit of a fascist.
Quoting Ezra Pound is a guaranteed conversation ender. Didn’t you know that?
Heh heh.
In such situations, I sometimes feel disappointed that the person on the other end wasn’t an asshole which would have justified more cursing, yelling, etc. “OK. Thanks” is about all the response that can be mustered, and I end up feeling just a bit smaller in the end.
That’s the one poem by Pound I like and it IS an attack on banks. Oh well