Halifax BASTARDS.

I am sooped up on coffee, I am pumped up from the fighting. I hate Halifax, what a bunch of unadulterated bastards.

Imagine you work in a call centre? You can't feasably get paid that much? How horrible that you could develop such strong, blind loyalty to a money making capitalist machine like a bank, to the point where you really, truly believe that what they do is fair and just and actually they really do give people lots of chances, it's not their fault if people are too thick not to run out of money. Banks are kind and benevolent and yes people get burned, yes they go bust and they need to be punished when they stray, but really that's how it should be that's how it needs to be. That man would have charged me double for insolence if there was a chance that someone from the bank would notice and pat him on the head. He probably works there for free, as a volunteer, dishing out the punishment, living under his desk off scraps, just for flickers of praise now and again from his boss, that makes it all worth while. Either way, he is a masochist, with no soul. That's what I'm getting at. Ok?

So I've been charged the apparently perfectly reasonable fine of £63 for going £8 over my limit 2 days before payday. When I mentioned the word 'robbery' that was when the tone shifted and the Halifax bitch man got really sarcy on me, 'hmm, it's hardly robbery, is it?hm hm hm' and 'we've been nice to you in the past', 'this is not the first time that this has happened is it?', all the lines from the Big Book of Gestapo Catchphrases.

I am not sure when the fury will begin to subside, I'd better avoid walking near Halifax on my lunch break though in case I tear that shit up.