Gripe
I am currently in the middle of my second Intensive Teaching Experience, where I am essentially teaching all of the classes for everyday of this week. I am rather exhausted, as I am rushing to complete school work for the graduate classes, as well as preparing for each instructional class period. I am crawling to the midpoint, I really am.
So, I've got a complaint to make. It may have something to do with culture, ethnicity, race, gender, socioeconomic... but whatever it comes to be (as I do not need to reveal that), it flat out sums up to be rude. I walk into the Clarksville Bank of America after school today, to cash a check. In my short-term memory, the instances where I cashed checks, it would not take a lengthy period of time. The amount I was cashing was not a large amount. I had out my government ID and my Bank of America check card, I was ready to go. This teller takes his jolly good ol' time, looking at me and then at my card twice before slowly entering my Driver's License number into the computer. I am completely befuddled of his actions - never once can I recall an instance where I requested to cash a check (under a certain amount), and the teller spent this amount of processing time. I rudely commented,
"Sir, if this is going to take a long period of time, I might as well deposit the check."
He responds, "No, not going to take long at all. I am almost finished."
The store manager hears my whiny outcry of desperation and walks over. I have seen her once or twice before, and am surprised when she asks, "Mr. Chen, how are you doing this afternoon?"
After a bit of small chat, the teller is still processing this check, and I am absolutely getting impatient and going out of my mind.
He asks, "Would large bills be okay?"
I respond, "Yes, that is great."
He follows up, "I am sorry, I only have X amount of these bills. Would smaller bills be okay?"
At this point, I am just infuriated. I immediately placed a bad beat on him in front of his store manager.
"You ask me if I want large bills, and I responded that I would like the large bills. Now, you tell me you do not have enough. That is not my problem. I am the customer, I already told you what I want, and if that cannot happen, I would be more than happy to just deposit the check."
I am sure that the store manager understood my rage, as she just told the teller to make a transfer with the next teller over. The bad beat does not end there. Before he hands me the cash, he has the audacity to tell me that I have X amount in my checking account (obviously, abusing his knowledge of my checking account) and it is just sitting there. I reply like a smart-ass that the account is an interest-bearing checking account, and that I am not interested in opening a CD or any other credit card bogus offer.
This is where my veins are bursting with fury. I was once a salesman, and I know that it is a tough job. So nowadays, I have no problem allowing someone to try and sell me something. However, s/he gets that one shot to blow my socks off. After that, you've got to pack it up, go home, and just ship it. This toughguy definitely stacked me with just pure anger, and just pushed for this ridiculous CD, money market, etc.
I just responded, "Look. I have large requirements of payments. I stay liquid. Believe me, I have assets with much higher returns than your pitiful low-risk, low-yield, non-liquid drags of useless funding. Have a wonderful day."
With this, I took my money, turned around, and left. Low-class? Maybe. Upset? This
tilted me beyond belief. He has got much to work on if he is a newbie, or he isn't going to last long, especially in this neighborhood.
Speaking of bad beats... R.I.P. Sean Taylor. He passed away this morning at the age of 24. That is a sick beat. Abuse on Life.
