For anyone who hasn’t heard, my apartment was broken into a couple of weeks ago and I thought that my bank account information was compromised. So I set up a new account. Obvious, right?
Well, I couldn’t actually close my account because apparently there were some transactions outstanding. So I left a little money in there and waited. I canceled all my bill pays and set them up on my new account. I waited some more. I checked my account and nothing was pending to post, so silly me, for some crazy reason I thought that, well, nothing was pending to post. How ridiculous. I was wrong though. Apparently a payment that I canceled and set on my other account miraculously appeared as a charge-and was pre-dated back to the beginning of the month! So, while this divine gift was being shafted upon me, I had spent the little money left in the compromised account that I wanted to close in the first place and surprise, surprise, got four overdrafts for amounts like seven to ten dollars at the high priced tune of thirty four dollars a pop. That’s a hundred and thirty two dollars in case you’re not in the mood for quick multiplication. And of course, when I called to straighten it all out, the charge was backdated so it most certainly couldn’t have been the widdle-biddy-baby bank’s fault. And so, “Sorry, lady”, “Sad to hear it, ma’am”, but “Them’s the breaks”.
I hate National City Bank.
I’m getting my money and getting out.
Tags: ranting
