Kung Fu Stroke 2: Banks Know What's Best For You (NOT!)
I was waiting for at least three fans to tell me I should continue writing but so far I only have two. One fan was kind enough to ask me TWICE to keep writing so I'm just going to count that as THREE votes! The feedback I got so far has been:
Question 1: “Am I not afraid that I will offend the banks and that they would stop doing business with me?”
Answer: If any banker identifies himself/herself as being the cause of my comments, then we probably don't have any business dealings, and I don't hide my disdain for incompetent people -- okay I attempt to be nice but I've been told that I look constipated or just had Botox during lunch. It's kind of like Trump talking about the Pope (by the way I am not taking a stance on both -- I'm not siding with my alum and I did watch the live telecast of the Pope going to Philadelphia even though he caused a lot of traffic congestion issues for me the ONE WEEK I was in New York for business meetings) -- I'm not going to suffer from much popularity decrease because the super bank supporters already hate me. Some bankers didn't send me Chinese New Year gifts not even a greeting card so I assume they read my blog. And anyway, I barely garnered three votes to continue writing so the only way for my popularity to go is up!
There are a lot of bankers who agreed with me that there are bad eggs in the basket who should be exposed.
Question 2: “Do I have too much time on my hands?”
Answer: This is therapy to me. Since I took this three-month hiatus from writing my passive-aggressiveness has gone up a notch. Which is not all that bad because my colleagues buy me coffee, the staff take more effort to check their work, and even our office corgi http://facebook.com/TheXiaoZhuZhu (who has way more likes than me on FaceBook) is on better behavior, i.e. does not lick other dogs' poop. Things are not all good because I keep getting asked whether I'm PMS the weeks I'm not having my blood coming out of my wherever (google Donald Trump quote). While other people do yoga or play DOTA, I blog. So that people around me can remain sane.
FINALLY we are getting to my Kung Fu stroke of the day.
I got moved up to Private Banking from some form of priority banking in Bank X -- this is usually a non-event because it's not as if you get anything extra maybe the occasional free taxi ride to the airport. So I needed to wire some monies out and went to a bank branch.
First I asked the teller (in a separate room for priority/private banking clients) what my balance in the multi-currency account was, since what I had was not in local currencies. The teller told me my balance was ZERO which started to get me concerned. I have heard stories about banks losing money for clients in dodgy products but what I had was all in cash.
Then I was told oh I have my money in the Special account which cannot be seen by anyone except the Relationship Manager (RM) which means even the bank teller cannot see how much money I have. Now for the really bad news, since no one in the bank branch can see my Special bank account I cannot do the wire transfer.
This RM I had (I use the past tense because she has since been transferred away, not because of me as I don't have that much time to report her but I guess she was bad enough that other people complaint about her) was particularly inept and non-responsive. The bank branch tried contacting her, I tried contacting her, but there was no response. The bank branch manager then asked me who my back-up RM was -- which I had absolutely no idea.
Long story short, I could not access my own money, with the reason given that I needed to verify my identity through my RM who was the only person who could authorize any movements in the Special account. So even though I was at the bank branch physically, produced more than one official document showing I was really me, I needed a stranger to say over the phone that yes I am THE Chauwei.
I described several scenarios for the branch manager: “What if my RM was hit by a bus? What if she was in the bathroom and couldn't answer the phone but I need to cover margin call? What if I was kidnapped and if I did not transfer the money I was going to die?”
The official answer: I need to be "protected" by the RM because I am a Private Banking client.
This is absurd because I am obviously of above average intelligence to make the money to qualify me as a Private Banking client. And I went to the same school as Donald Trump (not so convincing) AND his glamorous daughter (at least her hair looks better) AND Elon Musk (finally someone I can crow about -- Elon if you are reading this can you give me a Tesla). Plus I reminded the bank that I am in the finance industry. But no no, I have to be prevented from touching my money in case I did not put in some fee-generating products.
So what did I have to do to access my own money? I had to formally write in to "downgrade" myself from the Special account to a multi-currency account so I can be treated like the regular people. Which suits me just fine.









