Have I mentioned that I work in a bank, kiddos?  Well, I do....a call center for a bank.  And you know what?

People are fucking stupid.

It amazes me how many people don't know when their last deposit was made.  I ask them and they reply with an aggitated I don't know, and when I look, it's always like a couple of days before.  The best are the jerks that get mad at the verification questions, stating, "I just want my balance!".  Then why didn't you just stay on the automated system, assmunch?  That gives you all you need to know!!  You didn't need to hit zero and come and bother me with your shit.  We ask these questions so not just anyone can get into your account and steal your fucking identity, so be glad about that.  And those are always the jerks that only have like a dollar or two in the account.  The ones with money are just huffy and in a hurry.  Once again idiots...auto-mated- sys-tem!!  People call in with snarky attitudes and then want you to do all this work and look up a check from 2 years ago...and then get pissy when it takes a minute.

I have had a bank account for years now.  It's not that hard to keep track of your money...even if you spend alot.  I go through my money like its water, but I'd never been in the negative until I lost my job and my unemployment ran out.  People who get thousands of dollars every two weeks have no place to complain when they blow thier checks on dumb shit and then end up overdrawn....I'm sorry...but that's not our fault.  You incur the fee, you fucking pay it.  But folks call in and complain and blame us and want refunds.  Please.  Fuck you.  Seriously.  Don't call in and treat me like shit and then expect me to bend over backwards to help you.  When will folks learn that you don't get help with that attitude?  What makes people think that just because we're not face to face you can talk to people any fucking way you want to and get a positive result?

Especially from a cranky bitch like me?

Please, friends, do me a favor, k?  Pay atttention to how you spnd your money.  And if you need help, don't call in and treat the people trying to help you like some kind of retarded monkey you can just kick around.  We are real live people who generally want to help you out.  It's why we are there.  Why we have jobs in the first place.  You really don't want to piss off someone who basically has more power over your money than you do...or the person that's bringing you your food  and serving you...or the one that's about to fix your car or appliance...because A) we are real people, too...B) we can flip out and not give a fuck just like the next man...C) God or Allah or Buddah or whoever don't like ugly so what comes around goes around...and D) you DO pass us on the streets everyday and we have all the info we need to find you. 

Not that I would ever do anything like that...but I'm saying...shit happens.

Especially to people who are assholes and deserve it.

Days like this I really understand the purpose of Fight Club and wish like hell it was real.  Not that I would join.  I'm too prissy about breaking a nail or getting a black eye...and I'd look like an ass with my head shaved like a space monkey, so I would just be a Fight Club fan.

But you get the point.  You are not a unique and special snowflake.  You have to survive like everyone else.

Deal with it.