tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post2765804082843824448..comments2023-06-02T03:12:26.548-07:00Comments on Bad Little Bunny: The Chemicals in Your Hair Must Have Killed Your Brain Cells.Bad Little Bunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16389298200200131807noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-3844569589216505992011-06-14T09:43:36.854-07:002011-06-14T09:43:36.854-07:00My bank had some kind of deal going when I opened ...My bank had some kind of deal going when I opened my account, so the only thing I ever really have to pay for is checks when I need them. <br /><br />Crap. I need checks.Bad Little Bunnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16389298200200131807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-85096429185977401172011-06-14T00:15:45.374-07:002011-06-14T00:15:45.374-07:00Well, my bank is a credit union, and credit unions...Well, my bank is a credit union, and credit unions are used by a lot of poor people like me, so they don't really charge you for much of anything.A flicker is enough to holdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09534473664555710791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-72251971792371536102011-06-10T10:23:10.006-07:002011-06-10T10:23:10.006-07:00I think my mom uses them for something and loves t...I think my mom uses them for something and loves them. I'm not excited about changing my bank, either. :(Bad Little Bunnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16389298200200131807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-25561578709629223952011-06-09T23:29:16.202-07:002011-06-09T23:29:16.202-07:00I'll be sad when I move down to Sacramento and...I'll be sad when I move down to Sacramento and can't bank with Member's First anymore. :( They're so awesome.A flicker is enough to holdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09534473664555710791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-90459079484529772962011-06-05T16:47:33.292-07:002011-06-05T16:47:33.292-07:00Luckily, there was no need. I had pretty much the...Luckily, there was no need. I had pretty much the nicest teller in the bank, who directed me to the vice president (also super nice). I wish I had taken the name of the woman I had last time. She would probably be fired by now if I had. I haven't used the school bookstore for anything but scantrons in years. I can always find my books cheaper online, with the added bonus of not having to deal with the idiots at the bookstore.<br /><br />Haha I'm glad I can help in your daily life? I feel like I'm missing something in your work story, though...Bad Little Bunnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16389298200200131807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-81701716302559194082011-06-04T02:06:40.511-07:002011-06-04T02:06:40.511-07:00Dare I ask if your PMS ended up all over the bank&...Dare I ask if your PMS ended up all over the bank's counter? haha! I hope you really gave it to them. Reminds me of the time I got pissed at the School Bookstore for wasting my time ordering a book only later to find out that it was back ordered from the publisher. What a giant fucking waste of time. Sure I could shake my fist at them, but it will likely do no good. If they did their job, the book I needed would be in stock. Normally I order online, but I figured for the same price, I could pick it up locally from there.<br /><br />"Have a nice Day."... (thought bubble) Yeah fucking drunk ass weirdo (end thought bubble). First of the month at work basically (3rd a Friday) today. Why would you shake my hand twice? I kept thinking of this blog and your chlamydia comment. I washed my hands afterward. Nearly all the customers smelled like alcohol. When I say nearly I mean just a few, but I could tell that people had money and it was Friday. I have an idea lets celebrate and all get drunk. Happy Friday! Woooooooo!<br /><br />Anywho, I hope you have a great weekend. You are always a good read. And I also hope your bank fiasco is finally over.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-42291606809401717962011-06-03T12:15:17.939-07:002011-06-03T12:15:17.939-07:00BTW, I called to make an appointment this morning ...BTW, I called to make an appointment this morning because I didn't want to deal with Dipshit again. The only options on their automatic answering system are 1) Enter the extension of the person you would like to speak to. 2) Enter the first three letters of the last name of the person you would like to speak to. 3) Call 800 number to speak to someone in customer service about your account.<br /><br />I have to take my payment in today. I assume my attitude will be coming with me.Bad Little Bunnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16389298200200131807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-79729711647889393922011-06-03T12:12:30.840-07:002011-06-03T12:12:30.840-07:00@Anonymous-- Lol you are one of a very small grou...@Anonymous-- Lol you are one of a very small group of people actually encouraging me to be a dick. Rest assured, I was really not nice to the idiot woman and she knew I was not happy. I just think she didn't care. When I receive shitty customer service, I get kinda shitty. When I receive fabulous customer service, I am the nicest person in the world.<br /><br />I don't live in the middle of town, so everything is at least 10 minutes from my. My regular bank is a local one. I love them. I am a little concerned about what I'm going to do when I move out of the area because I really don't want to have to go to a different bank.Bad Little Bunnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16389298200200131807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-15425397120323579312011-06-03T11:35:19.874-07:002011-06-03T11:35:19.874-07:00Oh you are forced to bank there. Now it all makes...Oh you are forced to bank there. Now it all makes sense. I can understand your frustration even more, since you hate this bank and the employees, yet you are stuck. Local to me is like no more than 10 minutes from where I live. I would hate going to the bank even more, if I had to drive all the way into town.<br /><br />The chain banks are far worse in general. Let us not forget about Wamu. The bank that not only made bad loans (billions in real estate), but got bought out by JPMorgan Chase for their mistakes. Major chain banks around the country like Bank of America have excessive overdraft fees and other issues. I think local is still the way to go. Ya just gotta pick and choose.<br /><br />btw your pushy attitude is great. Now let those dumb bank employees in on it. Let em have it. Let your inner dickins surface in person. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-32477766032614535682011-06-03T09:11:29.414-07:002011-06-03T09:11:29.414-07:00@Cheryl-- It's okay. It was meant to be kind...@Cheryl-- It's okay. It was meant to be kind of funny. I firmly support schadenfreude. I would love to take it somewhere else. I just don't know if I can at this point. I suppose I'll have to talk to my dad about it. When I opened my bank account here, they were all over me. It's pretty silly that she just plain didn't understand, though. In the States, the likelihood that the money is stolen, drug money, or from prostitution is probably pretty high. Maybe they're more comfortable not knowing.<br /><br />@Patty-- I agree completely. I hate credit unions. Or at least this one. That's pretty retarded, though. Did he purchase the car closer to Walnut Creek, or was the dealership just filled with douchebags waiting to screw him over? Oh, wait. It was a car dealership. Scratch that last question. <br /><br />@Anonymous-- That's what I thought. Which was one of many reasons I was super pissed. My parents used to bank at Wells Fargo when I was a kid and hated it. After some of the experiences they had, I would never want to trust them with any of my money. But then, I also have little faith in hiding money under my mattress because I have this funny paranoia about getting robbed. <br /><br />I'm not sure what you mean by local? They are local... This is also not my regular bank. I love my regular bank. This is the credit union through which the dealership decided to do my car loan. It's not really downtown; it's off Cypress. It's just a huge pain in the ass because I don't work in town. So it takes me at least 15 minutes to get there and the people I have to deal with in to get there are idiots. All of them.<br />It is stupid. I do, too. I think it's pretty much a requirement to be an adult now. I actually have two cards. Bambi used to get on my case about keeping it in my wallet, so I took it out, then forgot I had done so. One day he got pissed and flung the contents of my purse around the living room. I freaked out because I couldn't find the card and I knew I would need it soon since I was job hunting. So I ordered a new card. The day I got the new card, I found the old one in my sock drawer.Bad Little Bunnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16389298200200131807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-18870677278220265522011-06-02T23:44:18.682-07:002011-06-02T23:44:18.682-07:00This is really surprising, since I thought banks e...This is really surprising, since I thought banks esp. Credit Unions valued their customers. You putting your pile of money in their bank gives them access to your money, enabling them to give out loans and help the community. I always assumed credit unions were good, let us hope that your experience was uniquely negative.<br /><br />The one bank I would stay away from at all costs is Wells Fargo. They charged a friend of mine $5 just to cash a security deposit for their past apartment. They wasted an entire hour of her time trying to get her to sign up with them. They directed her to different people in the bank, each person giving the same spiel. She eventually gave up and paid the $5 to cash the damn check. Once she had her money she yelled at everyone in the bank. "This is a horrible bank, never bank here!" Something along those lines.<br /><br />I have actually heard of people not trusting banks with their money. Quite rightly so, the Feds could wipe our accounts whenever they wanted to. These non-trusting people usually put money under their mattress or bury the money underground. Most likely these people are drug dealers, but they have the right idea. <br /><br />Good luck, I hope you are able to find a decent bank. Why not bank with someone more local? I hate the downtown area personally. That is stupid how they need to see your social security card. I have mine memorized of course. Along with my drivers license # and car's license plate #. Producing a fake SS card would be easy. There is no real good reason for them to check that. They do not need to physically see it. All they need is the freaking number. Yeah they are retarded. Oh wait... I mean special. I have to be politically correct here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-65067204124072540502011-06-02T23:09:02.471-07:002011-06-02T23:09:02.471-07:00Well, congrats on finishing up classes!
Loans are...Well, congrats on finishing up classes!<br /><br />Loans are stupid. Credit unions are stupid. My husband bought a car before he met me and had some serious debt from it. When we sold it so that we didn't have to choose between eating and making the ridiculously high payment every month, it was like pulling big jagged ugly teeth out of a neanderthal. They were dumbfounded that we wanted to close our account, and horrified that we didn't want to just refinance and drag the whole ordeal out a few more years.<br />I nearly got arrested for cursing at a lady in a periwinkle suit with shoulder pads. Oh, and the credit union was in WALNUT CREEK, which as you know, is not a convenient drive from Chico.<br /><br />So, fuck credit unions.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4317278191747043371.post-16974770619320582892011-06-02T16:10:17.747-07:002011-06-02T16:10:17.747-07:00I tried not to laugh, really I did, but your depic...I tried not to laugh, really I did, but your depiction of horrible moments I understand all to well was fabulous! Especially the punching her in the tit part. Oh, imagery, I heart you.<br /><br />Can you use a different bank then? I loath when my patronage is not appreciated. I had that problem at a bank here... she needed to know my source of income before giving me an account! And of course since I'm going to school and working odd jobs on the side, I had no answer for her. And then was completely stumped when I had none to give her. She just kept asking and staring at her computer screen. What was I supposed to tell her? 'I'm a prostitute, I'd like to put my sticky bills in your bank'? Psh, at least in the states the banks don't care where your money comes from.cherylhttp://appelsauce.blogg.se/index.htmlnoreply@blogger.com