I Win.

Okay, I'm all good again.
The last couple of days really threw me for a loop. Life has this way of making sure that I don't take my sanity for granted by making me completely insane, irrational, and emotional once in a while. Mother Nature does this same thing on a monthly basis. And when these things coincide... watch out, forget it, don't ask and keep clear.
It's frightening... but can also be used to my advantage.
So in normal Rosario fashion, I wondered: "How can I make the best of this situation?"

I decided to face my enemy, my archnemesis; the one who sucks the life out of my soul and the money out of my purse.

I went to Bank of America.

Bank of America is the worst bank ever. EVER.
Of course with all of these large financial institutions, the customer is just one in a million and there is no such thing as "We value your business." I know that. But BofA takes this to another level. They actively HATE ME. They don't budge. I remember calling once, crying my eyes out because I overdrafted like $1.50 and then this snowball effect started taking place and I was in overdraft hell. At $35 dollars for each fee, it got ugly. I had no money. It was awful. After submitting a refund request, the computer said no. That was it. The computer was the decision maker. I told them I was going to close my account. They said I'd have to bring it out of negative first. Idiotas.

I stood in line and took myself back to that place. I silently channeled the energy and feelings I felt on that fateful day, the day BofA showed no mercy. By the time it was my turn, I had become a force to be reckoned with.

That poor teller.

I was relentless as I ranted and complained. English did not limit me, no; I let loose a few "inútiles!"(useless people!) and "sinvergüenzas!"(people without shame!) here and there. I even stomped.

And suddenly, the computer did not have the last say. I watched the Vice President of that branch as she peered down her nose through her dainty reading glasses. As her fingers danced across the keyboard, her perfectly manicured red nails composed a most pleasant click clickity click sound that calmed me. It took her no effort whatsoever to override the computer's decision. She smiled at me, almost acknowledging the fact that I had made it this far; I had made it further than countless others who dared challenge this heartless oppressor. I bid her farewell and proudly headed for the door. Moments before walking out, I looked back and thought to myself, "Screw all of you, I am coming back tomorrow to close my account."

I think I'll go to another branch for that.