Ugh. I couldn’t sleep last night. Partially because I think I’m afraid for this week to be over. As long as the week lasts I can hold on to the hope that I’m pregnant. Next Monday there is no guessing I either am (yay!) or I’m not (booo!). It just scares the crap out of me sometime.
So, on little sleep, I got up to go to work and stopped to get gas about 3/4 of the way there only to discover I had left my whole wallet at home (this is a problem faced be chronic purse-switchers). I had not a stitch of money to pay for gas and I was too far to go back home. So I crossed my fingers and drove looking for my bank. I must have passed 30 different banks when I finally saw the sign for mine in the distance! It was like a beacon!
Of course, it was only 8:30 so I had to sit there for 1/2 an hour for them to open. When they did they absolutely would NOT help me at all. I mean I understand checking IDs but there is such a thing as emergencies and exceptions and acting like a human being. None of this rang a bell with the ladies in this branch. I called my mom, who happens to work for said bank to see what I could do, and she was fuming because her branch would have found a way to verify who I am. I finally started sobbing and creating a scene that I wasn’t leaving without $20 and I couldn’t leave anyways because I had no gas.
Enter Branch Manager. I was there for over an hour and I finally got my money. I swear it is only because my mom works for the bank, they actually used her employee ID number as verification. I’m glad it worked out but that kind of makes me mad. I mean if I got mugged and stranded somewhere I would expect the people in my bank to be kind enough to help me out. There are dozens of ways to mitigate risk to the branch by verifying who I am. Signatures. Acct. #, balance, deposits, ss#, etc.
Today they were more concerned with helping their own butts instead of mine. You know I worked at a pizza place in college and a homeless guy came up and asked to exchange some cheap jewelry he had for a single slice of pizza. I was all caught up in the “rules” and told him I couldn’t do that. He was very nice and left. This has haunted me for years for “some have entertained angels unawares [Hebrews 13:1-2].” I would do anything to go back in time and give that man a piece of pizza. Rules should never trump humanity. Always treat others how you would want to be treated. Angel or not, you always win.