She's Got Words

October 25, 2011

Freedom Begins Here!

Filed under: soap boxes & stump speeches — Gigi @ 11:44 pm

Here is a copy of the letter which will effectively sever all my ties with the evil empire known as Bank of America tomorrow morning when it hits the post box.  Huzzah for the little man!  

Bank of America
Account Closure
Tampa, Florida

Dear Bank of America Representative:

This letter is a written document to request full closure of all of my bank accounts with Bank of America.  I no longer wish to have anything to do with this company in any way.  I have withdrawn all of my money, what little I have left, and moved my business to USAA.  There will be no need for you to handle my account closures in any way other than swiftly and completely.

Not that any one in this company will care about why I am closing my accounts, but just in case someone human is reading I no longer feel Bank of America has their customers’ best interest at heart.  I can no longer sit idle, working hard every day to keep what little money I have in my pocket, while Bank of America works just as hard at taking that hard earned money from me.  It also disturbs me greatly that recently my account information was compromised within your data base, but I was never notified of this breech of safety other than to have a new card show up on my door step with no word as to why.  The decent thing to do would have been to notify me immediately of the suspected breech, even by automated message at least, to let me know what was coming.  Bank of America’s handling of this situation was horrid and conducted with extremely poor form.

I know Bank of America doesn’t care about me as a person and my account closures won’t amount to even a blip on the radar.  I know I am just one customer in a sea of millions, most of whom might not have any issue with the blatant faults this company has.  Even so, all I know is I will sleep a little easier tonight knowing my money is out of BoA’s hands and that means the world to me.

Here’s to one person standing up and saying “no more”.

Good luck,

Brandy Nicole G.

Little Person


August 6, 2009

Tolerance and the Misanthropic Mind

Filed under: soap boxes & stump speeches — Gigi @ 3:43 am

Last week I found myself standing on the tolerance side of a casual argument.  I often take the tolerance stance in most cases. Its what I’ve been taught all my life.  Compassionate understanding and acceptance is an easy enough concept to “teach”, but it isn’t always an easy concept to learn or adopt.

Unfortunately, even though I basically have a tolerant mind-set, I am not a tolerant person by any means.  Simply put:  I am a hypocrite– a misanthrope who wishes everyone else would just “get wise” and live how I want them to live, drive like I want them to drive, speak how I want them to speak… you get the picture.  I get angry when people park on my street when they aren’t supposed to, frustrated with my boss for being stupidly over protective of her own child and regularly I become indignant when life’s circumstances happen to catch me in an off mood.  What a way to live, ehe?

Only recently have I become aware of my self-applied double standards and how very unhappy this way of living has been making me.  Someone once told me that it takes more effort to be unhappy than it does to be happy.  It is an interesting notion, but is it really true for those of us who have learned, either by default or by association, to always see the glass as half empty?

I watched a program with Michael J Fox a few weeks ago and I suppose I started wondering all this then.  You see, Fox believes that you are born either optimistic or not.  That its in your genes, your DNA, whether or not you are predisposed to being happy or depressed– tolerant or misanthropic .  So looking back on my life– at my mother and my father– at the hand I’ve been dealt or dealt myself, depending, I still can’t decide if its all up to me or if it really is just in me to be a “debbie downer”.

While I still don’t have the answer, and true to my form I don’t think I will have an answer any time soon, I am sure that I am not going to wait around another 30 years to do anything about it.  I think the most important thing is to try to change.  To constantly strive to be what you want– isn’t that what life is all about in the end?  I might very well be pushing a boulder up a mountain side, but at least they can carve it into my tomb stone that the leopard tried to change its spots.

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