What a whole load of panther piss the banking system is! Here’s me, looking after the finances like a boss, keeping well within the confines of my pension and shit, and the fucking god damn Barclaycard app goes and takes the fucking piss, telling me I’m not as skint as I thought! Then BOOM!! Fucking red lights, notifications, sirens, swat team at the door (well maybe not the swat team) and the app decides to tell the fucking truth and laughs at my slightly soiled demure! Barclays came in for a hiding this morning I can tell you!
A phone call from the branch to the Barclay card dudes (possibly in India) heralded a feeling of rapidly approaching disappointment (on top of everything else I really didn’t need this today) but no. Wait! It was a helpful call. Unbelievably helpful! Young Mogli on the other end helped me set up text alerts, then withdrew all the charges that had been put into my account because of the app and its silly games!
When it comes to conflict resolution, I will never have a pop at the Mumbai call Venters again (I say that now) but I reckon if it had been someone local with a local accent, it possibly wouldn’t have gone down as well. Probably in the shit for racist comments! But I felt in good hands with Bageera, slightly miffed with the app, but that’s another story! Rant over, coffee time (just to raise my blood temperature back to normal)