So I get a call from FNB asking me to bring in 3 months bank statements — why they couldn’t ask me when I opened up my cheque account along with a credit card account on Monday, I don’t know. It certainly would have saved me some time and trouble. Anyways; I first email through digital copies of my bank statements, but they asked me to bring through hardcopies because of the power failures. Fantastic.
So not more than 20 minutes later, I’m standing outside the bank staring at a queue that starts at the closed doors and heads around the corner. Fantastic again. Instead of wasting my time standing in a queue I decide to go and pay my Edgars bill, a bill I was unable to pay online because of all the damn power failures, and if I hadn’t done it today I would have received some delightful late payment charges and accrue some annoying black marks against my credit record. Yes ladies and gents… pay your bills… on time… especially if you want financing in the near future (car for me, yay).

Wynberg main road is quite an effort, even for a pedestrian; getting stuck behind the black mamas that waddle around taking nigh on forever to get to where they’re going and always walking in the middle of the pavement, effectively blocking you from walking around without stepping onto an extremely busy road. Then you get the drunk, homeless people who walk in a zigzag-like fashion. So when you try to walk around them on the one side, they stumble across your path, and then to the other. It’s like some sick game they play with people such as myself. Yet again the road is the answer. Unfortunately you have to be wary, not of the cars, but of this person you’re trying to get around, you never know when they will turn their head and launch a disgusting saliva missile in your general direction. Let’s not mention the constant stream of expletives that are emited from these, directed at noone in particular. Ah, Wynberg, hygiene and culture abound. How I love it.
After paying my Edgars account I headed back to the bank with the false hope that the situation would have improved some. I knew it was useless before I even began to consider the idea. So on returning the bank, there was no longer a line heading around the corner. Instead this line had grown and was now inside the bank, and beginning to snake out the door. I gave up and went back to the office; I guess I’ll sort it out another day.

Yeh, queues seem to be the bane of my existence. I hate queues (doesn’t everyone?), and all these power failures certainly aren’t helping. At this rate I won’t get my bank account sorted out in time. I’ve already had to force all my accounts to go through on my 20Twenty account that is going to expire in just over a week, lets hope all the credit card transactions clear by then. The last thing I need are some serious black marks against my credit record.