Can I just say I hate going to the bank?
It was frustrating enough in Leicester, where I went to a large bank that had four windows open (four tellers) and sometimes five. But now I have to go to my local branch in London, which has a maximum of three counters, and I've only ever seen two people working there at a time.
The other customers are either old or foreign, and there is always immense confusion surrounding their transactions. They never seem to have the right ID or card or book or something, or they have moved and haven't informed them or some such weary issue. I have to wait in the very hot bank while the bank staff get more and more aggravated with the customer in front and more and more likely to be snappy with me, or sit and shuffle papers for a couple of minutes while they cool down.
No it's not the cashier's fault. But it's why I hate going to the bank.
Oh - I found out I could withdraw money over the counter in the Post Office, so I no longer have to go into Greenwich to take out an amount under £10 (believe me, at the end of the month it's really important to be able to withdraw my last £8.67!) I just have to queue to pay in cheques. Why-oh-why-oh-why they don't have a machine like they do in damn near every other bank I've been in I don't know!
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