Banks are cunts
In so many ways! I worked at Midland bank, now HSBC for 2 miserable weeks. What a farce; work experience my arse! Day 1, I get to 'shadow' one cashier bird who had absolutely no sense of humour; questions like "So, has anyone ever robbed this place then?" and "What would you do if that bloke there pulled out a shotgun?" went down like a rifled hippo. Ok, so in retrospect now, they probably weren't the best questions to be pulling out the bag in a bank, but still...I was trying to ease the pain of utter boredom.
Day 2, was better; got to 'shadow' some bloke who told me continuous stories of how 'munted' he got every day at uni. Day 3 I got to put the new mid-day exchange-rates on the magnetic board thingy! Fucking highlight of my weeks I can tell you.

So, things went more like that over the course of the 2 weeks. The only interesting thing that truly happened was when I, from sheer curiosity, logged into one of the OS/2 terminals using a password one of the guys had bleated out one day in conversation to someone else (can't remember for the life of my what that conversation was, but I overheard it randomly none-the-less) just to see what OS/2 was like. I meant nothing by it, just wanted to see what cool backgrounds OS/2 had or something like that.

They caught me, and subsequently dragged me into a windowless office out the back to interrogate me as to: what I thought I was doing, what information had I seen, why, where, how and with who? This was all with the someone from the school present, and all the time threatening legal action if I didn't cooperate fully. I explained, rather dismayed by all the polava my above mentioned motivations, how I had gotten a login (wasn't exactly hard), and that I wasn't in fact an undercover hacker from a rival bank. They let it go, albeit somewhat puzzled.

My punishment? A shit report back to my school at the end of my work-experience. Apparently I "wasn't interested and made it clear". No fucking shit! Christ, I've never felt so close to cutting my own wrists in all my life!

To this day, I can't quite remember why I thought it was perfectly acceptable to login to a random bank terminal to 'play around', but still...boredom does strange things to the mind. And it turns out OS/2 is bloody boring too...no games or anything!

The end of this story is that I exacted my revenge on the bank for the shit report....a good 9 years later in fact. While there, I opened my first proper account and used it as my primary one for years, through leaving school/college and into work. Then I went to uni and racked up a massive bill on their expense. I then fucked off to Spain and have no intention of ever coming back or paying off my now rather substantial debt, so shove that up your arse HSBC!
( slippery doctore, Thu 10 May 2007, 16:23, Reply)