Bad Money Mojo
I deposited a very large paycheck on Monday.
I was told it would be "up to" 5 business days
before the check cleared.
Apparently "up to" means 5 days,
and I can't understand why they waste the time
passing out hope that it might be sooner.
Bear in mind, I burned out my savings paying
bills while I switched jobs after the whole
Operation Empire Shield fiasco forced me to
quit my old job. No sweat, I got a better,
higher paying job out of the deal.
So now I'm out of money. Out. Flat. Nada.
I called the bank today to check on the status
of the check, thinking perhaps it may have cleared,
or they could tell me how much longer it would be.
The little teller says, "Oh, one more day."
Then she puts me on hold.
And tells me, "Oh, no . . . four more days."
Let's see; business days. Deposited Monday.
Tuesday is One. Today is Two. Apparently
today is business day One. With the weekend,
my check won't cash until next week.
When I asked why this was, the teller got very
bratty and began counting days of the week
as if I were a child. Of course, she didn't
explain why Tuesday seemed to vanish from the
list of days so mysteriously.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Some smymy little cunt cops me an attitude
because I ask a question? Especially when I
have absolutely no money for gas or food?
None? Ok. I'll stew on it.
Then I'm changing banks.
I may have to put up with the inconvenience of
the bank holding my check so they can use my money
to make themselves money, but that doesn't mean I
have to take any guff from those fucking swine.
If I had my druthers, she would be attempting an
apology right now while gargling my semen.
Still witty with a dick in her throat?
I was told it would be "up to" 5 business days
before the check cleared.
Apparently "up to" means 5 days,
and I can't understand why they waste the time
passing out hope that it might be sooner.
Bear in mind, I burned out my savings paying
bills while I switched jobs after the whole
Operation Empire Shield fiasco forced me to
quit my old job. No sweat, I got a better,
higher paying job out of the deal.
So now I'm out of money. Out. Flat. Nada.
I called the bank today to check on the status
of the check, thinking perhaps it may have cleared,
or they could tell me how much longer it would be.
The little teller says, "Oh, one more day."
Then she puts me on hold.
And tells me, "Oh, no . . . four more days."
Let's see; business days. Deposited Monday.
Tuesday is One. Today is Two. Apparently
today is business day One. With the weekend,
my check won't cash until next week.
When I asked why this was, the teller got very
bratty and began counting days of the week
as if I were a child. Of course, she didn't
explain why Tuesday seemed to vanish from the
list of days so mysteriously.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Some smymy little cunt cops me an attitude
because I ask a question? Especially when I
have absolutely no money for gas or food?
None? Ok. I'll stew on it.
Then I'm changing banks.
I may have to put up with the inconvenience of
the bank holding my check so they can use my money
to make themselves money, but that doesn't mean I
have to take any guff from those fucking swine.
If I had my druthers, she would be attempting an
apology right now while gargling my semen.
Still witty with a dick in her throat?