Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Funny thing: Whenever I am in Connecticut I am relaxed and do things at my own pace. Everything gets done, yet I never feel rushed. I don't even make a list.
However, the minute I get into NYC I am busy, busy, busy. Lists need to be made and chores need to be checked off. Headaches creep up.
For instance, right now I have anger with Bank of America. Bank of America and I have stormy history, and the only reason I stay with them is because I've had the account since 1995. I feel like I'm staying in marriage for the sake of the children.
Today's frustration is rooted in the fact that the bank is sitting on a large deposit I made over the weekend, simply because the checks were from out of state. Apparently they like to keep out of state money hostage for seven days before releasing it. I don't understand the logic behind that. Do they think the cash is a flight risk and therefore it must be watched? Can't they let it go on its own recognisance? Does Chase engage in this sort of Tom Foolery? I think it's time I looked into it.
Nevertheless, it's gorgeous outside. I just walked from SoHo to Gramercy, along the way checking out the Apple store, Urban Outfitters and a bunch of other stores. I stumbled upon a church that was playing Bach organ music at lunch. There was a salsa band in Union Square Park as well. Just because Bank of America has the intelligence of a fruit fly does not mean that my day must be ruined.
That is all.