Stereotypes and Generation Gaps
When you register a CC, or I guess any business for that matter, you need a bank account.
So a while back I went, like a lamb to the slaughter, to my local Nedbank (for no reason other than the fact that it’s my current personal bank) to apply for a business account.
Today I had to go back to do two things… collect a cheque book and get an updated Internet banking profile as I’d already frikkin’ forgotten my password. Nice. Short term memory failure of note.
I had the usual half hour wait for a retail banker when I finally got called in and to their credit, was sorted out quickly and painlessly. The banker in question also said the company cheque book was available for collection at the help desk. Bonus.
Now for those of you who don’t know, a cheque book is a whole bunch of pretty paper sheets bound together that become money if you sign them (apparently). You see, I had to have this explained to me. A few times. So now it must stay locked away. What’s the point of that. I just don’t understand money, banks or cheques. Woe is me.
So I go to reception, lady looks up at me and conversation ensues:
“Hi, how can I help you” says she.
“Hi, I’m here to collect a company cheque book”, says I.
“Ok. Has the company given you a letter of permission to collect it?” asks she, glancing at my shoddy jeans and slops.
“It’s my company”, says I. She blushes. I grin like an idiot. You gotta love stereotypes.
“Ah, here it is”, says she and passes said cheque book to me.
I can’t blame her, I look like an unshaven pleb at the best of times. But it got me thinking carefully about the assumptions I make walking into a company, sitting down in a plane, listening to the waitron, and what I might be missing out on.
There is a condition worse than blindness, and that is, seeing something that isn’t there.
- Thomas Hardy
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