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There are no words.
Jul. 8th, 2012 06:04 pmThat howl of rage and frustration? That is the sound of me logging onto my internet banking to do a routine account check and realizing someone in Spencerport, NY has pulled every cent I own from my checking account.
I don't even know where to start. It was a debit, from a physical location, so I am assuming somewhere in the bank switch from hell, one of the bank cards that were mailed to the wrong place got...misplaced. Or my account was merrily attached to someone else's card. Who knows. All I know is I have a negative on my account, no money to my name, and I am unholy pissed.
And the bank does not have 24/7 service hours, so I need to sit on this until tomorrow. I don't want to sit on this until tomorrow. I am too anxious and impatient a person for that and this is something that needs to be fixed now.
Anyone want to buy me a cup of coffee? I need one. Quite possibly of the Irish persuasion.
I don't even know where to start. It was a debit, from a physical location, so I am assuming somewhere in the bank switch from hell, one of the bank cards that were mailed to the wrong place got...misplaced. Or my account was merrily attached to someone else's card. Who knows. All I know is I have a negative on my account, no money to my name, and I am unholy pissed.
And the bank does not have 24/7 service hours, so I need to sit on this until tomorrow. I don't want to sit on this until tomorrow. I am too anxious and impatient a person for that and this is something that needs to be fixed now.
Anyone want to buy me a cup of coffee? I need one. Quite possibly of the Irish persuasion.
