Wailing, and gnashing of (wisdom) teeth
You would think, wouldn’t you, that if I, as a customer, walked into an establishment, and asked to purchase one of their products, in an ongoing sort of customer-relationship fashion, that they’d be rather pleased about this, and make some sort of effort to encourage me to enter into this arrangement. Instead, I get (somewhat, but not very, paraphrased):
Me: Hi, i’d like to purchase your X.
Brainless Drone: Er, I have an appointment at 10 (this was at 9:50, mind you), and Ange is with someone else right now, could you bugger off and come back when I can be bothered?
Me: Sure. (thinks: like hell I will.)
The culprit: the National Australia Bank. I suppose I was interested in their zero-monthly-account-fee graduate account. You get what you pay for. Maybe I’ll try a different branch in the hope that their drones are friendlier.
In other news, the ol’ dentes sapientiae are coming out on Thursday. All four of them at once. General anasthetic and all that. Icecream and pumpkin soup for 2 weeks. Eek.
