I am sitting here waiting, close to fifteen minutes.
I am not waiting for a friend who always come late or would always reason out that traffic was bad...
I am seated in one of the green colored benches in a bank inside the building where I spend my "eight to five" weekday.
I was here at 9:45 after an hour meeting with one of our financial controllers. From that meeting I had been carrying my wallet around in the fear of losing the cash paid by one of our clients which I need to do as a result of some other people not-doing-what-they-should-be-doing-at-the-time-they-need-to-do-it if you know what I mean...
And when I get to this same bank, I found out that the invoice bank details reflect a USD account. So in the fear of paying some charges on converting currencies, I decided to head to the treasury department instead of going back to my office to take the correct account number. My office is is the next building and will take like ten minutes to go back and forth.
After such, I went back filled the deposit slip only to find out an empty seat behind the teller's counter and two staff chatting without even recognizing myself.
I stood in front of the booth and waited and I gave up and decided to rant about this lack of Customer Service.
Oh here she goes! I hope she had a nice breakfast whule my stomach is now growling and shouting for BPC.
Hahaha and before I hit post, she flee away and kept her counter still open. So funny!