The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
Sorry, no music today. The hosting service I use is down...back soon I hope.
I think I will talk a little bit about my Friday Lunch Adventure. I ate lunch at my desk and then used my lunch hour to run some errands (mostly for my family, the bastards ;o) ). My parents are going out of town, were running late, and so left a number of things that needed to be done to me. Depositing money in one sister's account, calling in a perscription for the other, picking up dogfood and a couple other things. You know, since I don't have a life of my own. Anyway, my sister apparently needed this money deposited into her account today and not a second later. Of course, they didn't leave me a deposite slip and I'm not in the habit of memorizing other people's account numbers, so I had to call her. She didn't know what her account number was, and couldn't find a checkbook to read it off for me, but, she DID remember that she's left some deposit slips on the counter at home. Somewhere. Beautiful! So, I gathered my things, drove home (in the opposite direction of the bank), hunted through piles of paper until I found the damn slip. Onwards!! After stopping by the gas station where I filled up my car for a mere $2.25 a gallon, I headed to the grocery store to pick up some nonperishables we were out of. Everything went fine until I got to the checkout line, and the credit card stand display was malfunctioning. You know, the one that tells you when to press which buttons? So, I got to play this superfun game of "guess when to press the buttons!" It took three times to get the sequence down. Whee. Did I mention the checkout clerk was the least helpful human being in the world? Or so I thought. I left slightly annoyed and headed over to do some banking. I have checking accounts at two banks (for reasons I won't bore you with here), and both are conveniently located in the same shopping center. We'll call them Bank Suck and Bank Blow. I had two paychecks to deposite, plus the check from my sister. I wanted my sister's check and one of my paychecks to go in Bank Suck, and my other paycheck to go in Bank Blow. I headed over to Bank Suck, drove around to the teller window and spoke into the little box. "...*staticstatic* help you?" "Uhmm...yes, I need to make two deposits into two seperate accounts, and I need one deposite slip." The deposite slip was for me- I'd forgotten mine (but hey, I know my own account number). "Ok...*static* send that right over." "Thanks." I wait. And I wait. The magic air canister doesn't move. No deposit slip is forthcoming. Alrighty then. "Uh, tell you what, I'll just send over the first deposit." I put my sister's check and slip into the canister and send it over. Three mintues later, it comes back with the receipt. "...*staticIamtheverymodelofamodernmajorgeneralstatic* you. Will there be anything else?" "Yes. I have one more deposite to make, into another account, and I need a slip for that." "Alright." Nothing. No swooshing air canister. Nada. Fine. I send over the other check, and wait. "...*staticmoronsayswhat* going into the same account." "No. A different one. The name on the account is (name withheld)." "...*static* need your account number." I read it off to him, wanting to punch him the entire time. Finally I burn rubber out of there- er, the entire 50 feet over to Bank Blow. At least here I don't have to deal with any tellars. Right? I walk up to the ATM machine, feed it my card, punch in my pin and scan my options. The option for deposit is not there. What? The little envelops are there. All of the other familiar options are still there. I can take money out, or check my balance, or buy stamps. Why can I not use the ATM to deposit funds??? I hit cancel, retreive my card, and try again- already knowing it won't work. I'm clearly just having one of THOSE days. Well, no surprises, for some reason they had removed the deposit option from the main screen. Sweet. I walk into the bank and wait in line for a...tellar. I finally get up to her, hand her my check, and wait while she does her thing. Bored, and a bit curious, I ask, "Why aren't you allowing deposits by ATM now?" "What Miss? Is the ATM broken?" "No. It seems to be working fine, it just doesn't give an option to deposit funds anymore. It wasn't like that two weeks ago." "Is there something wrong with your card?" "No. Nothing is wrong with my card. The main options screen of the ATM no longer allows you to choose 'deposit.' I just wondered why." "I don't think there's anything wrong with the ATM machine. We haven't received any complaints. Are you sure you were using it correctly?"
I glare at her impotently, take my receipt and go.
After 22 posted at 10:53 AM
