My BPI Update (I still HATE them)

When I accessed my BPI account online today, it was out of habit from checking it for the past month, wishing, hoping, praying for my damn money to come. If you have been a fan of my blog (fan. yer.), you would know how much I HATE MY OLD BANK for DENYING that a remittance was made to my account even after all the hard evidence I slapped in their faces. Uh, figuratively speaking.

As I was saying, I checked my account online without expecting anything. Imagine my surprise, shock, astonishment, amazement, astoundment, bewilderment, wonderment (okay. enough adjectives. thank you thesaurus.com.) when I looked at the balance, and BAM! I feasted my eyes on the most lovely sight of all. Right under that Credit column is a captivating five-digit amount that my bank account balance hasn't seen in a month.

Do you expect a thank you from me, BPI? The only thing I am willing to say to you right now is that four-letter word followed by a YOU that mommy told you never to say. Yes, the one starting with an F and ending with a K with the UC in between. Yeah. You got it right. I will never, and I DO MEAN NEVER, ever do business with you again. To Mr. John Kimberly Sarmiento of the BPI Baguio-Malcolm branch, you sir, are a good man. I hope your filthy bank treats you well. Thank you for your honest efforts to track my money for me. I really appreciate that.

As my friend, Caesar says, I should just let it go and charge it to experience. And what a grueling banking experience it has been. I learned a lot from it, but the most important thing I learned is that when you hate a bank, your friends hate that bank too. And I know I have just taken at least five other BPI clients away from them, clients who, like me, value a dependable and trustworthy remittance system that BPI OBVIOUSLY does not have. It's an evilly comforting thought. Is "evilly" a word? Darn.