For some reason I'm compelled to sing and talk in baby-talk sometimes... any possible reason I can put forward for this defies most analysis.
Perhaps its the drugs or there might be something truly wrong with me, vocally. :)
On a side note, I'm going to bitch about the annoyance of
Bank of Queensland's "Internet Banking" service. Now for some reason I require two letters as well as verbal and written authorisation to even activate my internet banking account. What can I do with this account? Well, I can pay bills by BPay (admittedly useful) and transfer funds willy-nilly to other Bank of Queensland
only accounts! My goodness, hold me back!
It strikes me that this was a technological feat achieved by say, Westpac, somewhat more than 3 years ago, pray tell? How tremendous, my applause and gratitude, and letters of contempt shall be forthcoming to BoQ.
Add to that I still haven't managed to get the account activated, as the motivation to get into a service which lets me do nothing more than what I can currently do at an ATM or in a branch and not as conveniently hasn't spurred me into getting them to send the 2nd letter with various codes. What an amazing protcol.
At least every branch has a direct telephone number and postal address so I can abuse people who'll give me something of a reaction, but I think that might not even be so wise, as they'll probably lose my next deposit or anything equally vindictive.
Oh damn and its time for my next round of sleepyland/dopeyland pills (read: really strong antibiotics), so maybe I should cease to think so much about things that don't matter in the slightest. At least I don't have to eat more food with it, since my tummy is still full of egg-suprise-loaf from dinner. :)
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