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rebness ([personal profile] rebness) wrote2005-02-04 09:37 am

There are no words...


So, whilst I was at the airport in Switzerland? I realised, with rising trepidation, that my lovely bank card was still on the table in the hotel room, approximately twenty miles away.

Luckily, it is just a cash card. It doesn't have Switch or MasterCard on it, so no money could be drawn from the account in continental Europe.

(This, of course, beggars the question as to why I hard the card with me in the first place. Um...LOOK UP!)

Anyway, I knew what to do! Easy enough. Take my passport to the bank when back in England, tell them the card had gone off on its travels, get a new one, right?

Wrong. They couldn't report it missing at the bank, nor issue me with another one.

"But...well, what do I do?" I asked.

"Oh," said the teller, flashing a dumb smile, "you have to call the number on the back of the bank card."

*Headdesk*

[identity profile] jaffacakequeen.livejournal.com 2005-02-04 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
LMAO its a bit like the story that went around the e-mails this week about the credit card company chasiing late payemts of a dead person! and the relative said would they like thier forwarding address and the company said that would be very handy so she read out... something plot ? Cemetary etc., and they said thank you! It was much longer story than that it was very funny, about people in banks who have to follow rules and if the bank computer doesnt allow them to right off a dead perspn..."computer says no"

i am glad the service industry in Switzerland is as bad as here!

i hope you got back btw
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[personal profile] ozfille 2005-02-04 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
Intelligence is not a prerequisite in applying for a bank teller's job it seems or maybe the extreme boredom rots their brains.

[identity profile] diana-molloy.livejournal.com 2005-02-04 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Well if you had to sit behind plexi glass in horrendous uniforms you too might get a bit funny in the head. Although I tend to think that they are tAKING tHe piss just to amuse themselves. Which is only fair afterall they amuse me with their orange glow and lipliner that does not match their lipstick.
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[personal profile] ozfille 2005-02-05 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Actually I'm more likely to believe the theory that the banks don't want all those "poor" regular customers cluttering up their offices and instruct tellers to be annoying as possible so customers will prefer to use phone banking or internet banking rather than experience the full horror of the "customer service" provided.

[identity profile] diana-molloy.livejournal.com 2005-02-04 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Did you say anything to her or just nod and walk away (whilst trying not to throw a wobbly)?

[identity profile] saffronlie.livejournal.com 2005-02-05 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
That sux0rs. I have a story about a spider in the bathroom, but it's slightly less interesting.

[identity profile] rebness.livejournal.com 2005-02-05 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
Arrgh! Am intrigued/scared. Tell me about the evil arachnid!

[identity profile] saffronlie.livejournal.com 2005-02-05 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe if you were online! Woe!

[identity profile] rebness.livejournal.com 2005-02-05 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I done disappeared shortly after posting that. And now you are in some vague netherworld that is not my LJ or my desolate Y!M messenger. WOE.

[identity profile] pigeongirl99.livejournal.com 2005-02-05 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
*curses dim bank staff*

Anyways when I had by bag stolen,including my wallet and all my cards, I phoned the number printed on the back of one of my bank statements.

[identity profile] rebness.livejournal.com 2005-02-05 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
They seem to fail at sending me out bank statements, too. Bloody TSB!

In the end, I used my brother's card for information. What a dumb bank.

You had your bag stolen? Eeshk.

[identity profile] pigeongirl99.livejournal.com 2005-02-05 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
You had your bag stolen? Eeshk.

Indeed. Though I like to think I gave the thief an education, given how many notebooks filled with slash were in there. :)