The huz and I lost our jobs back in March–within a week of each other. Until that time, we’d been longstanding, loyal customers with our credit union, so we did what responsible consumers do: we called them to let them know what had happened and to talk about ways to prevent default on our 2nd mortgage and our line of credit.
Basically the answer to the “what can we do” question was “not much.” They were able to reduce our mortgage payments to interest only, but at $570 per month, we were still struggling to pay that. They wouldn’t do a thing about the line of credit, so we ended up defaulting on that in favor of frivolous expenses like the first mortgage, insurance, utilities and groceries.
So today I was getting ready for some job interviews I have out of town next week. Getting a haircut, printing my portfolio, maybe picking up a new skirt so I have backup in case of stains or tears. I pulled out my debit card at the salon, and it wouldn’t go through. Called the bank, and it turned out we had a balance of $0.57.
We did a little checking and found out that our bank helped themselves to the other $773 that had been there. Money we needed for things like prepping for and traveling to my interviews.
Legally they did nothing wrong. It was all in the fine print, and we didn’t have to authorize it even. But Jesus Christ! We’re trying desperately just to keep a roof over our heads while we find new jobs and these assholes take the only money we have! And most of what was in there was my husband’s unemployment check, so it’s doubly sleazy.
The huz got on the phone and raised hell, and ended up calling them assholes and motherfuckers before hanging up on them, so that wasn’t effective. I emailed the bank president and the local alternative newspaper, but I’m not overly hopeful.
So here’s a big FUCK YOU!!1!!1 to our credit union. Despite our many years of recommending them to friends and family, and the huge amount of business we’ve done with them over the years, they still felt like it was justified to steal from us.
From now on, we stuff our money in the mattress.