Chapter 24.5: The Judgment bank

This....was not supposed to be a chapter 25, but how am I to know that such a thing as this was gonna and that I would have strong opinions of it?!

Well It did happen....and I got some translatable thoughts over it. So I'm here.

I would like to get the image of a certain Karen-in-a-uniform off my head when I get off this bus and that shall happen indeed.

So you know, a month ago when I was running around in the city center trying to settle in by making bank accounts and stuff?

Yeah.

So one of these banks had given me an appointment a month from then...which I kinda accepted thinking I might need an extra credit card incase I gotta use one as savings bank account and the other a spending one_lol look at me being so economical!

So I went ahed and made an account at banks that didn't give me appointments and just finished up the process on spot, went home...and never thought about it till...yesterday.

My phone rang whilst I was in the middle of some super epic focus act of googling code, customizing it to fit my assignment, running it, crossing my fingers and hoping with all my heart that it would work, then running the code...then doing a little happy dance or swear in to my coffee mug in multiple languages depending on wheather the code had run properly or not-then do it all over again.

I had been in such a trance since Saturday morning 5 am. It is one of the blessed moments of school where I feel powerless and powerful at the same time...it is like a boxing match...where i was taking one and throwing back...flippling and kicking and gambling with programming. This...this glorious scenery of intelligence battle is a rare a moment to celebrate...and happened within 72 hours of a deadline_either for an assignment or an exam..

I freaking like it.

Because if I am in not having a boxing match with an intelligence base (which was usually just text books from school but lately had included on line and offline coding libraries, several academic papers and programming languages)...I am either feeling stupid by comparing myself to everyone else who is better than me_ or am not thinking at all-which is never really good...

The most exciting part of this is when i would listen to music in a language i never heard before and sing and dance and throw a party for me and all my alters because we are all nerds and it feels like a birthday when we find answers for our homeworks and assigments by our selves.

Annnny way....I mean to say...I got a call from the bank while I was studying and they told me to come the-morrow(that's today). I told them I got class at that time and wanted to rearrange the time and they said the next appointment is in December. I was like..'fine I will show up, my class is online anyway'.

So well...I went there this morning and was sent to the first floor. A lady stting at the corner called me over and said it was with her that I had the appointment with. Then she said 'I remember that i got the appointment for you'!

I nodded...what would one say to that? I don't remember a thing about my last visit there.

Then I gave her the documents that I gave to all the other banks thinking it will go smooth and all...but she looked over the paper and said...

'You said you would bring a tenancy agreement'

'I've brought a letter from my university-proof of my address.'

'But you said you would bring the Tenancy agreement'

'You told me I had to get it signed by the landlord- and I didn't get that done.'

I do not mention that I have absolutely no idea who the Landlord is...it's probably an off campus university property or smtn...

She continued-now with a frown...

'well you said you would bring a tenancy agreement. unless the university also states on the letter that it is their property...I can't open an account for you'.

I shrugged and said okay.

...I wasn't disappointed. It's like how in middle school you try to get the smart kid to study with you and they keep up air and keep waiving you off and when they finally say yes and you study with them...you realize they know nothing more than you do and they're not really special kids...and you wouldn't ask then to study together ever again....

So i put my phone in the bag and reached out for the paper the lady said was unofficial. I murmur that this paper was sufficent for all the other banks and that I wouldn't see why they too can't use it.

Then I saw her eyes narrow and she frowned. she streched her neck , and stared right through me.

'What? have you made an account at another bank already?' she says...

'yeah' I replied casually...surprised at oher surprise...

'you are supposed to have only one account! why did you go an make another account with another bank?' she paused...and stared at me with THE SINGULARLY MOST saturated disapproval and contempt infested glare...that I am shocked and didn't know what got her so worked up.

' Well you asked me to comeback in a month?! The other banks didn't and they did everything on spot and I really needed the account!'

'Do you know how may customers are waiting for an appointment?! You have violated our customer policy'.

Actually you haven't yet let me be your customer yet...I think..but I don't say...

I haven't violated any agreement because there is NO agreement...(I think) what the hell are you getting worked up at me for? ( I think ...but do not say)

Unaware of my thoughts though she continued murdering me with her eyes. She looked more and more agahst by the minute.

I blinked back at her...said nothing.

'you are an international student, why would need to make multiple bank accounts?' she rests her jaws on her hand and continued her depreciating stare....

(none of your buisness I think)

'well one for spending and one for saving?' I answered off the top of my head.

'but ...you....you....are an international student. You must not have multiple accounts!'

(calm down karen! it ain't really your buisness i think...)

'well I need it' I say.

' and yes I can totally feel you judging me' I add.

'Am I free to go now?' I ask...and she looks at me and I look at her and I get up and she gets up and we walked off to our separate ways.

I'm in bed now...calling it an early day off. I just wanna dream now.

This is day 48 in Europe_ day 36 at my new uni. Has it only been 36 days really?

I met my first Karen today...and I already can't remember what she looked like.