My nice bank cheeses me off.

I have several bank accounts and there’s nothing great I can say about my banks. Seriously, they keep my money and sometimes they charge me to get it back. Where’s the fairness in that? But still, I think I like the evil corporation that I use for banking better than the nice local credit union. I don’t expect all that much from the evil corporation, so I like it that I can access my accounts all the time and call customer service in the middle of the night. The nice credit union only answers the phones from 7AM to 7PM on weekdays and I do my banking at much odder hours than that. The web site for the evil bank works much better than the cheesetastic one from the credit union. I seem to forget the password at the credit union and their automatic password reset doesn’t work. I have to call them back DURING BUSINESS HOURS.

Today I called the credit union to ask why a money transfer hasn’t taken place and they just blamed the other bank. They didn’t offer to check, they didn’t tell me I should check later in the day. Useless. It was there later in the day, of course, but they still annoyed me. I was rude to them and ended my call, “Thanks for nothing,” and I feel a little bad about that but I’m not the best guy, either. Cranky is what I am.

Time for more TV.

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