BanksYour Ginger Fuhrer froths, "I hate my bank. Not because of debt or anything but because I hate being sold to - possibly pathologically so - and everytime I speak to them they try and sell me services. Gold cards, isas, insurance, you know the crap. It drives me insane. I ALREADY BANK WITH YOU. STOP IT. YOU MAKE ME FRIGHTED TO DO MY NORMAL BANKING. I'm angry even thinking about them."
So, tell us your banking stories of woe.
No doubt at least one of you has shagged in the vault, shat on a counter or thrown up in a cash machine. Or something
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chthonic, Thu 16 Jul 2009, 13:15)
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Customer security?My first bank account was set up just after I left school, not much going in of course but I felt all grown up to have one.
Then due to a combination of circumstances I ran away from home and lived rough for a short period.
There was a small amount in my account, i withdrew some cash the day I left to see me through , but I decided not to touch the rest unless it was an absolute emergency.
Eventually I returned home as I reckoned the violence at home was easier than sleeping under trees and pinching milk from doorsteps.
During the following months of recriminations my mum told me she had approached my bank to ask if I had made any withdrawals and where.
Apart from the first one I hadnt.
But the bank ( Barclays BTW, may they rot in a pit of untreated swine flu infected pig sewage) told my mum I had made a withdrawal from x town the week after i left.
And my mum went there and looked for me
A/ I had not and I was somewhere else entirely.
B/ how dare they give (false) info to someone else about my account.
No amount of pleading would convince my mum they were wrong and she had wasted her time looking for me there.
One good thing about living rough, even if only for a short time, was it toughened me up a bit.
I went into the bank and closed my account.
Then stood in the foyer and shouted to anyone coming in that Barclays had no privacy for their customers and gave out false info about customer accounts to anyone who asked.
Yes i know it was my mum, but even so, how dare they!
(, Fri 17 Jul 2009, 0:46, 2 replies)
I do hopethings have improved for you.
(, Fri 17 Jul 2009, 9:19, closed)
I hear you.I ran away and stayed away from barely sixteen- though I never truly slept rough, the worst I endured was couches in between places so you've got me beat there.
Anyway, I have also worked a variety of customer service jobs (including now for a company which deals with personal information and important financial transactions). I cannot get over how many people think it should be okay to give details to a parent/let them make changes to accounts/business dealings. It absolutely makes my head explode and I would have given them quite the fucking piece of my mind. Glad to hear that you did!
(, Fri 17 Jul 2009, 10:40, closed)
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