Macrolog
I Went to the Bank
I went to the bank this morning, since I have the day off and it’s only a five minute walk from my house. Although it is mighty humid today, and the sun is quite glaring. I was sweating profusely as soon as I stepped outside the house, which doesn’t really make for a good impression when you’re going to meet the bank manager.
But I needn’t have worried. The bank just wanted to suss me out, asking me about my work status and so forth (mainly because when I left work to do my final year, there was no money going in to my main account). It was what I expected, really.
I was asked to bring them my tax credit certificate (which I think I’ve just found in a bundle of papers on my desk here), a statement from my other account (the AIB one I started at college to keep my grant in), and my latest payslip as proof of address and employment (I’ll have to get that at work, I haven’t actually picked up any payslips since I went full time - I lie, I actually got two but they were blank, as if someone had forgotten to change my status somewhere along the line).
From what I was told by the assistant bank manager, that should be enough to get me my very own credit card. With a substantial limit, I might add, which I don’t actually need but of course would be sweet to have.
Mon 26 Aug 2002 at 18:25 ·
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