A tale of two banks

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Kristie tries not to freak out

Ron left me comfortably off. I can live a modest life if I choose not to go back to work. This isn't the plan though. I love to work and even more I need to work. I wish with all my heart the place I was at before had renewed my contract. At I said in a previous post, my supervisor loved me and the feeling was returned. I was looking forward to going back and they were looking forward to me coming back. But the corporate world is a cold and hard place and they really don't give a damn about people. It was decided much higher up that in order to recoup losses, all contract people would be let go at the end of their current contract. I just haven't had the energy, the stamina, the whatever you call it, to go the job hunting route yet. But I do plan on it very soon.
But as I was saying, Ron left me comfortably off for now. He dealt with a different bank than I did. That all happened when we split up for a year a number of years ago and when we got back together again, we were both fine with the status quo. I paid my share of the bills from my bank, he paid his share from his. We had both made wills when he was first diagnosed so when he died after a bit of a hassle, I did get control of the money he had saved. I've had a financial advisor for a number of years now and he has been investing the money I was saving very wisely. After Ron died, he set up some kind of plan that would pay out a monthly allowance while not touching the principal and also allowing it to grow at the same time. There is a further sum I've been working on transfering to him so the allowance would double in size as well as the principal. I don't have cheques to Ron's bank, but I do to mine. So what I did was go to my bank and asked them to transfer the money from his to mine and then I wrote a cheque to my FA. I did this the last week of September. I've been checking on a regular basis (gotta love on-line banking) to see if the money has transferred over yet. Today I made a horrifying discovery. The money from Ron's bank was withdrawn last week, but hasn't yet shown up in mine. It's a considerable sum of money and when I saw that I freaked!!! I called my bank to see what was going on - where had the money disappeared to. The woman who has been working on this called the other bank to see what has happened. It turns out this other bank, Ron's bank, sent a cheque in the fuckin' mail!!!! The MAIL???? Can you imagine anything so unprofessional, so stupid, so grossly incompetent? Good Gawd I can't believe it. In this day and age of electronic transfers and things they fucking mailed it!! One can tell by the amount of cussin' I'm doing I am NOT a happy camper. I'm not going to be able to breath easy until the CIBC - the bank I deal with and am very happy with, receives the cheque from The Royal Bank of Canada - the asshole bank Ron dealt with, the bank that has given me problems in the past. This is the bank that has an employee who called me a week after Ron died - on my birthday no less, to chew me out in the snottiest of tones for daring to question her view of a series of events that happened when she came to the house to deal with financial issues when Ron was to ill to leave the house. I repeat, this is The Royal Bank of Canada, who put a large cheque INTO THE FUCKING MAIL.
I called my financial advisor and he was as horrified as I was when he heard this.
I have to go and walk off this steam I have built up.

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