I pick up a thousand dollar check this morning. Made out to my business. I go to deposit it at my bank and they won't honor it because they say I'm in arrears from a year ago.
I DIDN'T HAVE THIS ACCOUNT A YEAR AGO!!!! WTF???! On my personal account I *was* in arrears and knew it. So I prepare to pay with part of the big check I just brought in. Oh well they can't do that. This is my SECOND trip today to this piece of **** bank (Bank of America and Illegal Aliens) because the first time I went they needed DOCUMENTATION to prove I was a business. AUUUUUGGGHHHH!!!!
This snide little thang behind the desk is giving me all sorts of hoops to jump through. It went like this:
Me: If you took money from my deposit the last time I was in arrears why can't you do it now?
Her: I'm sorry, Sharon says there's nothing we can do.
Me: You did it last time. I don't understand. The money is laying right there. *points to check* Last time I did this, Lori ran it right through.
Her: Well you need to call collections and blablablablaba it'll only take ten days-
Me: I don't have ten days. Let me explain where I'm coming from. I have eight dogs that are depending on this money. If I don't get them out this week they die. That's the deal.
Her: Well you shouldn't have let your account go like that.
Me: You know I don't need attitude-
Her: I don't have an attitude.
Me: Well I'm seeing one and I don't need it. It seems Lori can do these same things just fine but when she's not here no one can do their job.
Her: Well Lori does things she shouldn't do-
Me: Well I'm sure Lori'll like knowing she does her job wrong! There's always a problem with you people every time I come here.
Her: I'll be sure to tell Lori about this conversation.
I walked out.
Hand to God if I wouldn't have gone to jail for it, I would have reached over and slapped her smirky face when she told me how to handle my account. This skanklet is like, 27 tops if even that. Call me ageist but I'm 41 years old and I don't take **** from 20 somethings. I have underwear that have seen more experience than she has!
Why do bankers always wear those fakeass nails that get wide at the ends like spatulas stuck on every finger?? And they can never type with them!
So I was HOT.
Came home, called another bank and asked what I needed to open a business account. I need the usual plus a "fictitious filing" that states I'm "Terri W. doing business as." I don't know what the hell that is! What I have is a letter from the IRS stating I'm a 501 (c)3 nonprofit; that's always been good enough. I can go file this fictitious thing with the newspaper. Ok, fine I would do all this crap except I AM ON A SERIOUSASS TIME CONSTRAINT!! Dang NABBIT man!!
So I called the lawyer and asked if they can cut me a new check under my own name. Explained why. I'm waiting on his call.
EVERYTHING was going according to plan up until I went to the Bank of America and Illegal Aliens!!
I was so pissed I chewed off my two best, longest fingernails.
DAMN!!! I want a piece of somebody!!!
