So today I walk into a bank in a business suit (in between meetings with some important people*) and explain to the lady that I want to withdraw cash# from the bank but would it be possible since I have an account in another branch another city. She tells me politely to visit the teller and give him the cheque and withdraw cash. I go 'Ok, but in whose name do I write out the cheque - sounds funny - a cheque from me to me'. She politely told me to make it out as 'Self'. I could be hallucinating but I did see one raised eyebrow. Next I walk up to the teller with the cheque made out and present it to him. He signs and stamps it and gives it back to me. While he's counting the money, I wonder why the cheque was returned to me. And then, the guy looks up at me fingering the cheque back and forth, pauses a second, and politely requests me to sign on the reverse and hand it back to him. Never felt as stupid in a long time!
* that is how I make myself feel good about a shitty job
# courtesy one lost debit card and another lost PIN
* that is how I make myself feel good about a shitty job
# courtesy one lost debit card and another lost PIN