picture this:
First thing I did wrong: on my way out I told my secretary that I'm out.She said the Bank will certainly courier the welcome pack over, as we work for the big Emirates company.So I thought
"OK, better get some job done since she says I can". So I got to work.Then I called the Bank. Bullsh17. They wouldn't. The absolutely require to see my face to make sure nobody else gets their precious ATM card to a bank account that is empty and inactive.By the time I'd called them, another meeting came up so I couldn't leave the office.
Aha, thought to myself - this time I will be smarter - I'll call the cab well in advance (over an hour) so it will be waiting for me right outside the door when I've rushed out of the meeting. Guess what - during the meeting I get three phonecalls from somebody who goes something like this "Aaaaa ser where yu ar? Aaaa mat da tedminal tu""I'm at the Dnata Center", i reply, "the Airline Center, Deira, by the clocktower", "Aaaaa [inaudible] de glocqtower weh", "Excuse me, I called so that you would come at 12.30 to the Airline Center, by the clocktower", "Aaaa de glocqtower too much trapick [ inaudible] passendgier [inaudible etc.]"I lost it then. lover calls me three times during the meeting, instead of just calling the company and getting them to order another taxi. What's wrong?
OK - I'm getting downstairs, having thretened the driver I will call his company if he's not downstairs at the time I had requested. Obviosly, he wasn't.Out of luck (luck?!) I caught a taxi that just came around and dropped someone off.Unfortunately, this driver was just as lost as the other one, poor bastard couldn't find his way out of a paper bag. Shaking his head like a horse bitten by a mosquito and excusing himself "No ser I dunno" to any question I'd asked.
OK, I think to myself again - still I have a solution: call 181 and get the customer service at the Emirates Bank to explain me the way to the branch.Now that's efficient - before I hung up the SMS comes with the number. Dial.
"Emirates Bank how may I help you?"
Off course she can help me. For the whole day I've been listening to idiots giving me all the wrong advices and directions. So help me, tell me the way to the Regency Galleria Emirates Bank Branch, and I pass her to the driver. Everything seems right. Eventually.It's time to call the taxi company and vent my hatred towards the previous driver.Traffic. Can anyone explain to me what are all these phukkers doing all day long driving around and blocking every possible street? What's wrong?
But OK - the clock is ticking, we're nearly there, there's half a chance that I will actually make it. I especially turned my watch about 5 minutes in advance in order to stop being late.Obviously, the bastards at the branch did exactly the same.As I arrived, three minutes of 1, I've found the security officer put the chain on the door.
OK, I think to myself - no way, man, you're letting me in. Fortunately enough my formal looks, European accent and visible frustration got me inside the bank."Somebody help me, I'm here to collect my welcome pack.""From hwere you have to collect it?""The Regency galleria branch""But it's not even here, ser, it's waaaay away, at the Hyatt Regency Hotel"
Now is this some kinda grim fuck1N9 joke?
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