Before Going to New Zealand

There are days where everything looks just alright and BOOM, something happens which mercilessly ruins your day. Beijing is getting warm and I am leaving for Auckland in the evening.

I cycled to the office. I am getting more and more painstakingly meticulous about managing my finance (almost like how I manage my toilet). I realize that my premium account actually charge me very high service charge if the minimum balance cannot be met.

The first thing I did was to transfer money to my uncle’s account and withdrew everything that’s left. Banking with foreign bank in China is really pointless. The foreign banks cannot issue credit cards, cannot provide the ATM service, either can they help you pay bills. They are also not allowed to sell any RMB investment products. I banked with them really is to experience the premium account service, you know, personal banking assistance and separate waiting room, and of course, money wiring is free of charge.

Getting no really benefit other than the free wiring, plus being charged for a fee. I decided to close it, then went back to the office, went home to pick up my luggage and taxied to the airport. Unfortunately, my phone rang saying that my fund transfer request was wrongly entered. The lady who called was the one who helped me filled up the form earlier the day.

I got a bit upset and angry, implying this should be her responsibility. She came back really quick saying that I have reviewed the signed the slip. OK, fine, we have to figure out solution, pointing fingers doesn’t help.

Although it turns out that I can do this transfer online, however, I was still upset. This is just like having the chopsticks placing on the dinning table being not parallel or perpendicular to the table edge. You can certainly eat with them the way they are but it is just not pleasant.