HSBC officially retarded!!

I'm plowing through the most boring post I've ever written "Poland . . . Part 1" when it finally does see the light of day just ignore it,"Part 2"will at least have, for those that thrive on others misfortune entertained, but seriously it will ultimately bore you also. It's a diary post for me to look back on in months and years to come, with a grimace and a wry smile!!

Apart from that slog, I've just nipped to my local Nat West branch near the office. No probs then had to pop to the birds HSBC next door, to drop some money in her account. I only had her info on a text from her, i.e. account number, sort code. So I get in the pokey reception area (It's one of the suburbey type branches not your town centre types) stood behind ten deep queue with only two serving, two tills!! The guy in front foooking stinks, I'm stood in my suit starting to get a sweat on wondering whether the gaff turns into a Swedish sauna after hours, as I stand there breathing through my mouth, I check the queue for any tasty specimen, to which sadly there are non. Even the counter "girls" are past retirement age and aren't worth checking out!! If I was Joppa maybe infact, no maybe's about it (Sick barsteward!). I imagined what I'd look like nailing the slimmer of the two from behind whilst filming it on my mobile looking in a full length mirror, my cock started to retract as if I'd jumped in icy water . . . . (Each to their own I guess)

Anyway following my inverted soft on . . . I stood with increasing dismay as each and everyone in there seemed to know the ladies really well and had to do a hundred and one transactions, the queue was building up behind me and I started to feel really closed in. Now I'm not a claustarphobic person but this was redic, 30 mins later I get to the front and say I'm here to pay some money in. You will have to fill this slip in first I'm told. Right I start to fill in the 3 whole lines of numbers and a name, no probs. "Sorry Sir, you will have to fill it in to one side then rejoin the queue." I looked at her in disbelief, "I'm sorry? It will only take me two seconds to fill this in!" She looked at me like I was stupid "But your holding the queue up sir!!" I turned round to the line behind me and said "I'm sorry it seems it is me that is holding us up, not the people before that have spent ten minutes each catching up on the goss and asking a million pointless questions!" The guy behind laughed and said "no problem." I turned back round and tried to finish the form off, "I'm sorry sir please could you step to one side then rejoin the queue!" I ignored her and finished the slip and dropped it in the slot with the cash to pay in. "There simple!" . . . "She turned to the woman next to her, "Karen could you get Nigel please?" she kept looking at the other woman as she said this and didn't look at me! After making the call, "Karen" kept dealing with clients and I was stood, feeling stupid, being ignored by melted welly face. I was starting to get really mad, waiting for Nigel, who when he arrived was spotty, little pleb, with Assistant Bank Manager proudly displayed on his shirt, barely containing his ample MOOB's . . . She then went onto give a pathetic version of events, I had been rude and had held the other people up, unfortunatley the people that had originally queued with me had been dealt with had left!! I was gobsmacked "How have I held the queue up?" I replied "If you had been sensible enough to see, I have been waiting half an hour already and didn't want to have to go back and wait another 20 minutes, by letting me spend two seconds filling a the form in, I would be long gone by now!! Then holding the whole bank up whilst we wait for someone senior to complain to!! This is ridiculous!! Can I have a receipt and I'll be on my way!?"

MOOBMAN then steps to the fore (Behind his protective glass!) "Sir please don't use this tone with "my" staff! If you had followed the instructions given to you as is the banks policy, this would have been all unecessary." WTF is this guy equally dumb . . . What happened to the customers always right. I actually laughed, explained I wasn't being rude, but I did expect common sense and basic customer service to be followed in such an established company!! He had gone bright red in embarressment and told her to give me reciept if all was ok. She was so reluctant and actually slammed it down for me to collect. "Thanks for wasting a further twenty minutes of my life and yours, although at your age I guess it's more precious. Yet alot less valuable!" and I walked out.

I'm still really tilted by it!! FUCKING idiot's, like Doctors receptionists, who try to diagnose you before you can get an appointment JUST FUCK OFF, you aren't a doctor, you have no right to ask me "Whats wrong, what are my symptoms!!" . . . . Not only that HSBC are just robbing bastards as it is, my missus had a letter through asking for £25 to keep her overdraft in place!! I've never heard anything so redic in my life!! I told her to move branches. We have a bills account in her name with them to, that will be moving very soon!!!


On another note . . . a fellow blogger is going sick deep in the WSOP Main Event . . .

http://exsnowman.blogspot.com/ . . . Chuck's, A year in a life . . . . Blog, is good reading at the best of times, but Foooook me he's pwning Ivey at the MAIN EVENT FFS!!! Run good one time GOGOGOGOGOGOGO

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