Man, what does it take to get a freaking haircut in this place? The Chase ATM is closed because you can't even put your card in there, Barbershop's ATM doesn't accept my card for some weird reason? The Wells Fargo ATM doesn't work as well, so I decided to go into the building and personally told them that they didn't accept my card. I asked them if they can accept this card, they get the manager, she replies "Sure."
And like all damn bank workers do when someone doesn't have a card for their bank, they swarm like freaking bees at me and start spamming persuasive tongues.
Me: Uhhhh, nope I don't have one here.
Guy: *faces lights* What bank do you have an account on?
Me: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Guy: *starts lying* Oh, I had a xxxxxxxxx account at that place as well, and I transferred it to here.
Me: WELL WHAT A COINCIDENCE!! THAT's like.. SO COOL, we can be buddies!
Okay the last line wasn't real, but man, these guys putting up lies, and are using that positive voice to get me to sign up for their bank. I mean, I just want $20 dollars since that's the minimum amount without being ripped off with the automated fee, so that I can pay $12 for a haircut.
I have to go all the way to South Africa To Alaska just to get $20 freaking bucks. I don't want your cards, get your tongues away from me, and stop lying!
And the worse part was that I tried to avoid the question with,
"Can I sign up online? Is there like an online form?"
Nope, he's not buying it, he's going to go DEEPER!
"Well to get the card, you gotta do it here..."
Fuck, you're supposed to take the hint and STFU and do the Cash Advance NOW...no he's still dragging this shit, well two can play at this game buddy!
Oh shit, here comes the MILF-like manager, 3 people against 1? No fair! Not the lipstick, please noooooo, don't act cute towards me, I'm not going to say yes to your offer! I just want 20 bucks woman!!!
Manager: "Oh sure we can do that!"
While I'm waiting for the cash advance, the other guy is STILL popping the fucking question if I want to sign up for the bank. I just had to say it, I said, "No....sorry, I uh, don't have time.."
Link you herp derp face. Then he starts getting sad, but then covers it up with that salesman like demeanor and says, "Okay :3"
God, it takes 3 fucking people to give $20, the guy at the computer had all that he needed, just one person, not two more! Damn, the ATM would've done a much better job in giving me 20 bucks if it wasn't down at the time. This takes a whole new turn on "How many people does it take to fix a light bulb?"
*sigh* God, it's like I went in for a foursome in there.
And crap, I still have to make up this schedule for that counseling meeting tomorrow. Looks like I'm going to have to BS this schedule and start lying to the counselor, because as long as she feels she's doing something right, I meet the terms in passing this whole semester.
Ugh, I'm going to cry when I put "Anime/Manga Club" at xx time when I don't go there AT all. And I feel even more guilty because I can just manipulate the information of what I "did" there to her. Because I doubt she's going to ask, "Log on to your Facebook book and show proof you're in this club."
Anti-Rant: I finally have an excuse to tell my Biochemistry Adviser why my grade for math isn't what it seems for the Midterm grade. Hopefully I can review the e-mail the math prof sent and see what she thinks about that.
I mean, I only spend 5 minutes at most there because I'm doing most the talking, not letting that woman take ANY chance in talking over me. Seems like I'm advising the adviser.
Looooooooooooooool, it just shows that she does not give a fuck, and just wants me to do well so she doesn't see my face again. Because clearly, she's knows I'm crazy, she's know I'm in a deep shit right, but I'm still smiling!
But for how long is the question.
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