Do you ever have conversations where, at the end, you think, “Self, that conversation was so ridiculous that I can’t believe you wasted brain cells on it”? I had three of those today.
There are 3 banks in my town. All are small town banks and I like using small town banks. I do it on purpose. I bank at Bank 1 (names are changed to protect the guilty) which has 3 other branches in surrounding towns. Bank 2 bought just this branch of Bank 1. I hate Bank 2. Hate is such a mild word. I get mad just driving by their building. That’s how bad I hate Bank 2. I called Bank 1 to see if they would just transfer my accounts to a different branch so I wouldn’t have to redo all my automatic withdrawals, deposits, and online bill pays. The woman was very nice and said, “Sure! All you have to do is come close your accounts at this branch and then go to the other branch and open new ones!” Gee. How convenient. That was conversation 1.
Because I felt as though I hadn’t punished myself enough, I went on to conversation 2. Now to be fair, it isn’t really the fault of the girl who answered the phone at Bank 3. It’s not her fault that her employer is stuck in 1887 when the bank was founded. Bank 3 does not have Health Savings Accounts, they do not offer online banking, and they do not offer online bill pay. But, “Don’t worry!” the perky girl who answered the phone assured me, “We have bank by phone!” Well, yippteedoo! I don’t have a rotary dial phone though, so I guess you probably can’t help me.
Then my doctor’s office called to tell me that they had not received the results of the blood work I had done on Monday. So I called the lab and the lovely lady who answered that phone informed me that they had the results but they didn’t get sent to the doctor because, “There were no orders to.” I was like, “But isn’t his name and phone number on the paperwork?” Nice lady said, “Oh yes, but he has to call us to send them to him.” In case you are confused, let me explain. Your doctor fills out orders for you to get bloodwork. You have the bloodwork done. Then the doctor must call and give separate orders in order to have the results sent to him. You know because some people just go have bloodwork done for fun and don’t really care about the results. I myself like to get practice shots at least once a year.
I’m not making any more phone calls this week.
Here’s a tree in my backyard. I’ve been trying to get a decent fall picture of it since we moved here 7 1/2 years ago. As non-good as these pictures are, they are the best I’ve been able to do. Maybe it’s just one of those things that you can never fully appreciate the beauty until you see it in person. Everytime I look at it I think “burning bush”. It’s a gorgeous bright red. I know it looks a little brown in these pictures, but trust me. It’s red.