  Well, I called my dear fiend Marcus, and asked him if it was legal to pay one student loan (mine) with another (Kurt's). Imagine my non surprise when he stated it wasn't. I then told him that is precisely what he did. He said that he saw the money was in my account, so he pulled it out. I asked him if he thought that we had started selling drugs, or had won a modest lottery, as, all of a sudden there was about 3000 bucks in our account. He informed me that because I didn't return his phone calls (He called me once) and that I was owing money, he had every right to do what he did. I asked him if he thought withdrawing close to a grand in three weeks was standard policy, he re-iterated that I hadn't returned his phone call(s).
I told him I didn't phone back, because nothing had changed in the eight hours from when he phoned me; that is to say that I didn't suddenly come up with what i was owing, I did not get a job (as of that point) and my forms to get everything all neat and consolidated hadn't materialised from Out West. He said I had a responsibility to phone the company I was owing money to, I said that I was going to when I actually had something to say. He mentioned my credit rating, and how it was going to suck, and something about seven years bad luck or something, and I said. "Look at my file. My credit already sucks, because of a mistake Royal Bank made A YEAR AGO, that still hasn't been resolved, and, if I'm not mistaken, where all of this current issue is coming from. All I want is to get this paid before I die, and I couldn't give a rat's ass about my credit rating.
" He again said something about my errant irresponsibilty in most unflattering terms. I said for the third time that it was ecessive to withdraw that much money from an account, in that length of time, in particular without sending off in writing, or a phone call, his intentions. He told me he didn't like my attitude, and that I had better get off the phone with him right away before he decided not to put (less than half) the money back.
He is going to be surprised when that account gets closed. After the rent is paid, I am never, ever, EVER going to be a customer of Royal Bank again. I have the feeling that if i did leave it open after the rent goes, Marcus would find a way to put me in overdraft, and I'd be fucked up the ass again next month. So, I figure I have nothing to lose, I might as well make things as difficult for Marcus as I possibly can. Goodness knows, he's doing the same for me. And that's what good customer service is all about, isn't it? Consideration, and doing all that's possible for your client. Reading back on what I just wrote, I feel empowered that I stood up for myself. This guy has been an intimidating, evil asshole for months, I am inordinately glad I was able to hold my ground.
However, I should mention what happened afterwards. I burst into tears, and stayed in tears for an hour. I'm not entirely sure I can explain why. Perhaps because I know that despite my little outburst, I'm in the same boat as before. Same time, next month. Also, I hate hating people, and I loathe Marcus, and I made sure he knew I loathed him. He had somehow turned me into an asshole, and I'm not even getting paid for it. To rant: the fucking economy is a consensual hallucination, it means absolutely nothing. It doesn't help you when your personal economy is good, it just takes the "No Exit" signs off. And when it's bad, you get paid assholes like Marcus phoning you at eight in the morning on a Saturday, making sure you know that other people think you're a deadbeat, and otherwise a person of ill repute and many character flaws.
Emotional fuckwittage. During the Great Depression, there wasn't a lack of food, and people starved anyways. There were still people around to do the work, wheat rotted in the fields. It was although someone had walked into a kitchen, and placed an order for a pizza. The baker refuses, because he has no ounces. He has everything he needs, and he's capable of doing the task, but there is no precise method of measuring things, so it all goes to hell. Ridiculous, if you stop and think about it. The great depression was a hallucination that turned into a bad trip. I never really understood why people didn't at least try to put in a new system, you know, switch to metric. I guess, to connect the two bits of rant here, how far are you, (me, the guy down the street,) going to let these invisible people with numbers based on theoretics take you? I turned into a pile of mushy goo when I was told by a voice on the phone that I was, in effect, a bad person.
That's an awful lot of power I let him have over me, and on the larger scale, it's scary how much power all these things have over us all. I think it's things like these that gets Kurt's underwear all bunchy. It's also interesting to note that Pizza Mama has had phone calls of a semi-harassing nature from Royal Bank. The disturbing coincidence is, he paid asshole's name is Marcus. Worked for a few hours last night, with Lunkhead.
I'm happy to say that he's not nearly as dumb as he puts off, like I mentioned before, it must be that peculiar 18-year-old thing. He's extremely fun to work with as well. I think, if i hadn't been overly concerned about the outward (As in what he was showing off as opposed to what he was really like), I would have realised that most people who are fun to work with are usually smart. I suppose that makes me the lunkhead. 
