After 10 years of banking with Bank of America, holding two business accounts and one personal ……I’M DONE! These punks lack in customer service, and supercede in unnecessary charges….do you KNOW, i went to the teller three times in one day and they had the nerve to charge me $3.00 each time?
If you’re using Bank of America, RUN like the wind…..It’s the BEST thing you can do. When i went into the branch to close all of my accounts yesterday, they had the nerve to ask me why after many years i was closing accounts…. My response?
Your customer service is shotty.
Your fees are outrageous.
And since i’ve been sitting here, we’ve been interrupted three times by your HOMIES who have come to visit YOU at work.
Now you tell me: If you were me, wouldnt you be a little concerned as to who is on the other end that you CANT see, playing in your bank account everytime you call in?
Besides….WAMU is where it’s at…..and their colors…..they’re just BETTER. lol….anyhow, that’s how i spent my afternoon yesterday…..
Dont Fuck with Me…
so ummmm….the lady downstairs, has two cats, and is INSANE. It started last Saturday *as far as i know*……her and another lady were aruging about someone who had an unfortunate incident….and how it was the person’s fault for being put in that situation and this and that….the argument ended with each one of them calling eachother Bitches and the crazy lady downstairs walking back towards her apartment sayin, “Bitch you better pay me cause i’m gonna see you in court.” *sidenote: these ladies arent black. In fact, there’s only a few of US in the complex* That night she was yelling at the top of her lungs at someone named Jimmy…..I just thought that ish was hilarious. I was sitting at my CPU and i told incog to come listen and it seemed like everytime i told him to come listen, she would be real quiet… I was HOT…cause by then, he thought i was nuts and over reacting about her and her yelling sprees …..
So then yesterday, i checked my messages while i was at work and there’s a message from incog.
Incog’s Message
“DUDE….the lady downstairs is crazy. When i first walked past her she was looking for her cat and asked me if i saw him. I said ‘No’, but she said, ‘His name is Jimmy’. And i was like whatever……But then when i was leaving, i walked passed her again and she said, ‘Dont fuck with me. I’m about to kill myself’. And i said, ‘okay’.
At this point, i proceeded to fall out of my chair at work……:lol::lol::lol::lol: Luckily, i was the only one there at the time. I TOLD him she was nuts….so i figured that the person she had been yelling at the whole time was Jimmy the CAT, and that nukka prolly ran away because she was yelling at him…lol. Shute, I dont blame him. :thumbsup: The cat had the right idea. *light bulb smiley*
Last night, GUESS WHO COOKED PORKCHOPS! ME! I actually cooked! WOO HOO! *just had to document this day*….lol
Anyhow, that’s enough of my adventures for last night….lol…
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