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"Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny." -- unknown today's case: calling pnc bank to set up overdraft protection on my checking account. one option, i learned, is that they can link my checking account to an mbna credit card. good deal i thought, i already have an mbna credit card. granted, i consider mbna to be a horrible company and only keep the card since i've had it for over seven years - credit history and all that. round and round i go at pnc getting transfered from person to person, until one says, 'well i need to send you to mbna and they can set you up.' at this point, it's been thirty minutes and three people, so i don't give a rat's ass who i get sent to as long as this gets done. mbna is quite confused. they are a credit card company and can't do anything with pnc bank's computer system, this makes perfect sense to me as soon as i hear it. the lady was quite sorry, but wanted to know if i wanted a loan or perhaps any other way for mbna to sink it's rancid financial claws in my hide. i politely declined and called back to pnc bank. at just over the forty-five minute mark (total time for this epic adventure) a very nice lady came on. i explained to her, having got my request down pat after four practices, what i wanted to do and was ready to demand the following if she said i needed to go to mbna. 1) she had to stay on the line with me and mbna and pnc could battle who i need to talk to.. 2) she transfer me to a pnc customer service manager who i offer option 1 to. i did my best to stay light and cheery, knowing this lady had nothing to do with my past fort-five minute debacle. she, however, went off on a quite unexpected track. she explained pnc needed to have my signature on file - that there's some sort of form i need to fill out. i'm thunderstruck. a form that only one in four customer service rep knows about? i express some of my dissatisfaction to her, being a civil as possible.. again, knowing it's not her fault and express i'm glad to finally learn the true. she offers to mail me the form.. or says i can just pop into the local branch.. i explain the local branch is about six hours from me - a bit much for a 'pop on in' and that i won't need the form, i'll be going with a bank down here instead. she got very quiet.. and then asked 'is there anything else?' so, i left her and composed, what i consider to be, a lovely email outlining my complete dissatisfaction with pnc's customer-life-wasting-department. yeah, so. what did you do today? A place like Alaska - April 07, 2012 Dowton Abbey - February 01, 2011 Dowton Abbey - January 31, 2011 Something of an update - January 16, 2011 What to do... - January 01, 2011 |
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