Krzysiu
TRIBE Member
I went to a scotiabank today to get a new card after losing it drunk on sat. Hahaha, drunk chris loses stuff... ENOUGH!
I go in and see this big ape of a man waiting on a teller impatiently. I wait behind a teenager and then get my turn, two tellers over from this big ox. I give the ugly skid of a cashier my two piece of information and wait for her to find me in the system.
and wait.
and wait.
manager comes over and looks at the id i provided while I'm waiting.
"Oh, hang on... this id doesn't look like you, do you have anything else?" So I empty out all my pieces of id on the counter... not enough. The teller phones my home branch in Deep River, making some snarky comments about how small the bank there is. They have my homebranch fax my signature card and phone them back three times cause they were have fax machine problems.
Meanwhile the big guy beside me starts screaming at the manager... RUSSIAN! WOW! His teller has asked the manager three times for help and that fat bitch of a manager ignored her so he lost his composure... big time. The manager then screams at the poor teller of the russian guy... and the russian starts defending her. it was awesome... he goes off about the lousy leadership being to blame, and how the poor teller asked for help. I was so close to shouting "bam, Chubby!"
Meanwhile my teller finally begins the process of issuing me my new card when the computer goes down all over the place. YAY!!
I turn to the russian guy and say the only really sentence I know in russian as a joke "What is this?" Instead of him going "hey, russian phrase, awesome!" like most do, he loses it again!
"YOU'RE RIGHT, THIS IS BULLSHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID MANAGER WOMAN? DON'T YOU DO ANYTHING AROUND HERE, THIS IS THE WORST BANK EVER!!"
this manager... now let me tell you what she looked like first... her head looked like a jubejube with glasses, pink wool knit sweater, the long kind pulled around her beach ball bum, black leggings, very short hair like an eighties rocker chick mullet... dude. seriously.
She turns pink, runs over to the computer, shoving the russian's teller out of the way.
Then she runs over to my teller, gives the teller a blast for being incompetent even though it was her who causes my problems, issues me my card but before I leave... i asked her for her supervisors contact information and the branch number. She scribbled it down for me giving me the foulest look ever! my toes curled!
then she goes back to the russian guy... "GOOD IDEA!" he says, finally smiling at me... and asks for the same info!
shes going down, my russian ally! going waaay down.
*thumbs up for evil*
fin.
I go in and see this big ape of a man waiting on a teller impatiently. I wait behind a teenager and then get my turn, two tellers over from this big ox. I give the ugly skid of a cashier my two piece of information and wait for her to find me in the system.
and wait.
and wait.
manager comes over and looks at the id i provided while I'm waiting.
"Oh, hang on... this id doesn't look like you, do you have anything else?" So I empty out all my pieces of id on the counter... not enough. The teller phones my home branch in Deep River, making some snarky comments about how small the bank there is. They have my homebranch fax my signature card and phone them back three times cause they were have fax machine problems.
Meanwhile the big guy beside me starts screaming at the manager... RUSSIAN! WOW! His teller has asked the manager three times for help and that fat bitch of a manager ignored her so he lost his composure... big time. The manager then screams at the poor teller of the russian guy... and the russian starts defending her. it was awesome... he goes off about the lousy leadership being to blame, and how the poor teller asked for help. I was so close to shouting "bam, Chubby!"
Meanwhile my teller finally begins the process of issuing me my new card when the computer goes down all over the place. YAY!!
I turn to the russian guy and say the only really sentence I know in russian as a joke "What is this?" Instead of him going "hey, russian phrase, awesome!" like most do, he loses it again!
"YOU'RE RIGHT, THIS IS BULLSHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU STUPID MANAGER WOMAN? DON'T YOU DO ANYTHING AROUND HERE, THIS IS THE WORST BANK EVER!!"
this manager... now let me tell you what she looked like first... her head looked like a jubejube with glasses, pink wool knit sweater, the long kind pulled around her beach ball bum, black leggings, very short hair like an eighties rocker chick mullet... dude. seriously.
She turns pink, runs over to the computer, shoving the russian's teller out of the way.
Then she runs over to my teller, gives the teller a blast for being incompetent even though it was her who causes my problems, issues me my card but before I leave... i asked her for her supervisors contact information and the branch number. She scribbled it down for me giving me the foulest look ever! my toes curled!
then she goes back to the russian guy... "GOOD IDEA!" he says, finally smiling at me... and asks for the same info!
shes going down, my russian ally! going waaay down.
*thumbs up for evil*
fin.
