...is my bank.
I finally went over to a branch staffed by humans today to find out why my deposit didn't show up. Simple. The banks' computers are down.
The computers are down. Ain't that sweet?
Not only that, their system has been down since Friday.
I don't know about you, but there is not a single business or individual on this planet who would accept a lame-ass excuse like that if I screwed up.
The little assistant-managerette was very kind about it. She explained it all very nicely and apologized profusely.
But I can't blame downed computers and offer apologies at the damned grocery store. Utility companies don't like those lines much either. And if I had the cojones to try them, I'd pay a penalty of one sort or another, you damn betcha.
All the bank has to do is be sorry and it's home free, baby.
I suppose this would be a minor irritant if it wasn't simply the latest in an unending line of aggravations, disappointments and general pains-in-the-butt inflicted by banks, airlines, corporations and various individuals, extending back over a considerable period of time.
I'm getting paranoid, Jim. Someone is out to get me.
How long, O Lord, before one of these is one too many?
8 hours ago