Our Clueless but Entertaining Bank of America

THE LAST THING I WANT TO DO is criticize an organization as wonderful as the Bank of America, but, I must admit, my life with "it" (the B. o A) has been, still is, and promises to continue being...interesting. Of course, why not? The Bank of America, back in the day, was handing out debit cards to illegal immigrants, loaning Michael Jackson hundreds of millions of dollars, and generally playing fast and loose with its considerable assets. Then, it went belly up broke, and was bailed out by you and I.At one point I was receiving one ad after another in the snail mail from the Bank of America, urging me to refinace my mortgage. Finally, when I went in to talk to them about it, just to get them off my back, they told me I wasn't qualified...OK. Fine. Just lately they sold my mortgage, unbeknownst to me, to another corporation, without consulting me or telling me anything about it. How lovely. Suddenly I was expected to start senidn in monthly mortgage payments by snail mail, after years of paying the Bank of America for the privilege of automated electronic banking. OK. Fine. And n, for the piece de resistance'....Once I started receiving my monthly mortgage in the snail mail from my new lender; I started receiving the same thing from the Bank of America, even though they no longer hold my mortgage. My next project is to get that stopped, probably by simply ignoring the invoices, throwing them in the garbage, and waiting for B o A to , shall we say, figure it out? In a strange, sort of masochistic way, I'm looking forward to my future dealings with the Bank of America. I still have my checking account, savings account, debit card, and credit card with them. That alone is enough to do some damage. Call me a glutton for punishment. But never let it be said that I forfeited financial adventure by insisting on being treated properly by my corporate masters.