martedì, ottobre 04, 2011

THE BANK BOOGEYMAN

I suck. Period.

Ok, this is the Hoster voice I should not listen to but be compassionate of. I'll probably change the title of the post too. What actually happened was fun in a way, but also totally scary.

I had received a coupla emails from my financial advisor, the guy who tells me what to do with my scant savings. I was too scared to look at them. I thought he asked me to consider some investment, and I haven't the slightest idea about how these things work.

So today I had to deposit a cheque and I knew I'd see him. I spent 2 days trying to assess my financial situation, wrestling with the bank's website, not understanding a thing, looking for a certain spreadsheet I had only in printed form, not finding it, trying to scan it and NONE OF MY OCR PROGS WORKED (the printer was working fine.)

Note: I tried to listen to the Beatles through part of all this. They may give you endorphines, but they can't help with financial stuff. Can't.

In the end I catapult myself out at the last possible moment to at least deposit the checque. But before this, I decide to read the mail, so if I run across my advisor I'll know what to say.

I discover he didn't want me to write a thesis, he needed a signature to liquidate an investment (whatever that means). So probably I'd been losing money since August. That's when I wrote "I suck" above.

I get to the bank feeling like sh!t and in a total panic. I wrestle with the automatic deposit machine, then I give up because I don't have my debit card with me (for security reasons I left everything outside in a small closet


(damn, lost the rest of the post)