All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
I dialed the bank and listened to my menu options. I pressed "0" to speak to an "customer service representative". I pressed "0" and "Akram" answered my call. (Akram did not speak the english very well)
Me: "Hi I need a copy of a check."
Akram: "Okay, are you at the same address?"
Me: "Yes."
Akram: "Please hold while I forward you"
Me: "Thank you."
I hear "Just Once" by James Ingram. Then the line begins to ring and I am forwarded to the "Check Reordering Service."
DAMMMIT! That isn't what I wanted, Akram, you fucking dildo.
I call back.
This time I speak with Neha, who seems to have an okay grasp on the English language but can also not understand that I want a COPY OF AN ALREADY WRITTEN AND POSTED TO MY ACCOUNT CHECK. Neha in turn forwards me to the check reordering service.
FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!
I call back one more time. This time Hank with a southern accent helps me. I finally get through to him that I want a copy of an already written check. He cannot help me but he forwards me to someone "in the warehouse" who can order a copy of that check for me.
What the fuck? Who knew it was that fucking difficult to get a copy of a check? I mean really.....
BANK OF AMERICA ASS!
