Damn me for dealing with one of those no-fee banks… if they had an ambulance, the front might read laicnaniF eciohC s’tnediserP… see, here’s the deal:
Yesterday, I request a fund transfer so I can have green to travel on… Today, I find out that the transfer never happened, and the bank can’t help me except to make the transfer tomorrow. Tomorrow I’m going to be in a different fucking COUNTRY, one in which Interac doesn’t exist. Bank card? Worthless. So you see, you useless asshead phone-jockey (No offense to non-asshead phone-jockeys!), your one solution of having me transfer the dough tonight is abso-frickin-lutely worthless!
I’m going to the USA on a family emergency, and all you can tell me is, “It’s not our problem if our Interac cards don’t work in the USA!”? EAT ME, you scrote-licker!
I usually don’t get nasty with customer-service reps… working a retail position as it is, everyone always speaks of my ‘infinite patience and positive disposition towards people’… yeah, well, I’m breaking down today, your bank’s website fucked up, and you LAUGH at me? You tell me, “Yell and complain all you want, I can’t do a damn thing to help you”? Fuck that noise! It’s MY CASH in YOUR BANK… get your boss, hell, go get the President of the Fucking Bank on the phone… I NEED my MONEY, but I don’t need bullshit from morons like YOU! Aaaargh!