Burning Tortillas, What?

I have decided to do a blog entry called: This really burns my tortillas. In it I will discuss things that really really really annoy me, now I won't subject anyone to one everyday, I will do this once a week.

This Really Burns My Tortillas:

Ok I've mentioned that I work at a Bank. Well today was a doozie of a day at the bank. Let me explain something really fast first so this will make more sense.

For those of you that don't know, when you go to the bank and deposit a check that is from another bank, they usually give you access to that money before they collect it from that bank. They do this based on your account. And if for some reason the check came back bad...well they would take that money back into your account and you would be charged a fee for that bad check.

So in order to prevent these kinds of losses,(because let me tell you, when someone gets a bad check for a thousand dollars and then they owe the bank, sometimes they don't want to pay that money back so the bank loses) the bank puts holds on checks....ahhh now the light turns on for a lot of people.

Well if your account is fairly new or if you have a few over drafts or if you usually don't deposit large checks the bank will probably hold your check until they get the money from the bank the check is written from and thats what people don't understand.

Today was hold city at the bank I work at. Lots of people were having holds on their checks and they were getting mad at me for it. Well first of all I don't do anything...the computer does, second don't get mad at me, it's not my fault you had four overdrafts last month and that's why the bank wants to hold the checks.

That really burns my tortillas, getting mad at me for something I have no control over. But what's worse is that this girl, we'll call her Winnie the Whiner, came to deposit her check into the account and it called for a hold. We explained to her that it could be because of overdrafts of if she usually doesn't deposit such a check into her account and she said ok. Then she said well her brother works at the bank I work at and he told her there should be no problem if she has overdraft protection, well I asked and the manager said the hold was because the account was fairly new and she didn't have a strong history of deposits. Well she said ok and she left.

About an hour later we get a call and my manager gets the phone because it was from another bank department and it turns out to be the Whiner's brother. He was calling about the hold. Ok give me a break. She went to cry to her brother? And he was trying to get my manager to take off the hold? What kind of unethical thing is that? I won't mention the department he works in but what does he think? We'll be doing stuff like that for him? Is he special or something? Will he pay my bills if I lose my job because we had to take a loss? I cannot believe he would even venture to call and ask for that.....

So in conclusion, I have no power over holds and if you want to fight with me about it, do it yourself, don't have your brother fight your battles for you...crybaby....

Impatiently Waiting

Recently I received a slip in the mail from W magazine. It said that I could get a years subscription for eighteen dollars and I would get a free gift with my paid subscription. It also said that if I wanted to send the payment later all I had to do was send the slip saying that I did want my free gift and they would put one aside for me. Well I hadn't really heard of W magazine but a free gift can entice a lot of people, so I said why not and signed up.

I filled out my slip and told them to hold the purse for me, that was the free gift, and after about a week I got the bill. The letter said that if I went online and paid my bill in full they would get my gift out to me all the quicker. Well that was just great. So I went on line and paid my bill. Well that was about a month and a half ago and guess what? I haven't gotten my gift yet.

It's kind of sad really, I wait for my mail everyday in anticipation of my purse and my hopes are dashed when nothing is in the mail box. That really gets me. It didn't take but a day for them to collect on the bill but it's taking them forever to send me my free gift. Let me be a whiner for a second " Where's my free gift? I want it, I want it, I want it!!!!"

Ok well now that that's over with I feel better, I hope you guys don't judge me. But I want my free gift.

"I Am Alone"

I am alone with no way out

my tears are falling to the ground.

They carry sorrow in their wake,

they carry pain I cannot take.

The sky is gray, gray as my soul.

The sun will shine on it no more.

Forever dark my life will be,

I long for sleep eternally.

Oh how the wind so cool and clean,

moves through the trees with touch unseen,

I hear a cry from far away,

I only wish that I could stay.

But the sky grows darker and I fear,

eternal sleep is growing near.

There is no pain in leaving this place.

I do not mind my fall from grace.

The garden waits for me I know,

It is the place I wish to go.

I am alone, no one is here.

No one to see my falling tears.

I cry for you, I cry for me,

But soon I'll sleep eternally.

Writers Block

Every day, well almost, I sit in front of my computer, in the posting section of my blog and try to decide what I'm going to write about. I think about my day. I dissect it to see if there is anything good or exciting that I can put in my blog. I think that is hilarious.

Until I started blogging, I really didn't think about my day, even when I kept a diary, and let me tell you that is hard work. I could barely remember to write in it, quite a few entries read: nothing much happened today, same ole thing...which I have to admit is rather unnerving.

Funny thing is, is that I wanted, and still do, to be a writer. My teachers always told me I was good at writing, that I had a way of seeing and describing things so that they believed they were actually there. And that's why it's so funny to me that I sit here for about ten minutes trying to figure out what to write. I guess it is true that, truth is stranger and harder to write than fiction.....

Rude America?

In case I haven't mentioned it I work at a bank, I'm not going to say which one, I think basically they're all the same anyways. I mention this because working at the bank and in any type of customer service business you have to deal with rude people.

For about two weeks now the Today show has been doing a series on Rude America, asking if Americans are getting more rude. They've even conducted experiments such as sending out a woman with her skirt tucked into her panties to see how many people would tell her about her situation. Surprisingly, or maybe not, many just laughed at her and a few perverts even took pictures.

I also mention this because today at work, this guy tried to cash a check that was made out to a business, and for you non bankers, checks made out to a business can only be deposited into an account with the same name. When he was told this he proceeded to curse at the teller, telling her that this is the only bank he has trouble with, he also started to threaten with taking his business elsewhere.

I just don't get how people behaving in such a manner think they look smart. I think people use curse words when they have nothing better to say and it just makes them look low class and cheap. And it is just plain rude. I have never behaved in such a manner and I would be so embarrassed to be in the company of someone who behaved in such a way. What ever happened to being civilized and courteous?

I think in order to stop this trend we should all make an effort to be nice and courteous and hopefully that will catch on. If we are nice to someone they will be nice to someone in turn, a sort of pay it forward deal...

And please if you have issues at the bank don't take it out on the tellers....we're only doing our jobs.....

Lazy Sunday

I don't know what it is about Sunday's that makes me want to be lazy. All I know is that I love lounging around the house in my favorite weekend dress doing nothing. It's the best feeling in the world. What I really hate is that Sunday is over too quickly then it's back to work again.

I think that Sunday should be extended for an extra six hours. I think that might be enough time for me to finish doing nothing. Writing on my blog is the only productive thing I've done all day and I love it.

It really is sad that more people worry too much about work or other stuff and really don't enjoy their Sunday. I know that working and money are necessary to live, but they are not everything...we should always take a break to smell the roses as the old adage says.

Heres hoping that today everyone gets to smell that sweet rose....

Blogging is Hard Work

I really have to admit that blogging is hard work. I never really realized how hard it was until I started my blog. I have to say that I admire all the bloggers out there, the ones with the cool backgrounds, banners and extra goodies. I barely figured out how to change the colors on my templete...I'm planning to go to Barnes and Noble to buy a book on playing with HTML...

I know everyone says the internet is a fountain of information, but I didn't know where to go. There is so much stuff out there. So I'm going to go the old fashion way and buy a book. With easy step by step instructions and preferrably a title like: Blogging for Dummies. I feel like I'm dealing with a foregin language here.

Cheers to all the ladies and gents that have this down....