I swear to god it's like a backwards version of Robin Hood.
The fat cats live like kings off of our hard earned, and give us nothing except grief in return.
If they ever did a hard days work for their money they would probably die of shock!
They could fly to the Caribbean for a whole year on a few people's bank charges alone, as if it costs £30 for a computer to automatically print off a pre-written letter!
My heart bleeds for their lack of bonuses this coming year.
Although they will probably still enjoy far richer lives than those who are actually funding it.
I went to pick up my wages this morning and thought i'd 'pop' in to Barclay's to pay it in. I admit I got there a bit early (8:30) although other banks were open, Barclay's were enjoying a lie in. Okay I thought, I will get on a bus and go home, because there is a Barclay's at the end of my road, and by the time I get there it will be 9 and open. And I don't fancy waiting half an hour in the rain for it to open.
Uh-uh, when I get there, at 9, I find it opens at 9:30.
I cannot win with this bank.
It's random bullshit like this that infuriates me.
I recently met with my bank manager for a loan. He said something about exchanging it for my soul. He handed me a quill to sign the contract and I swear the ink was my own blood. Needless to say i declined his 'kind' offer and ran the fuck back home.
I crept back one night and peered through the window when the bank was closed and took a picture of him, which I have attached to this thread.
Scary stuff . . .