A week ago, I began to transition my massive finances from one bank to another.
All went well, I thought with the very young "personal banker" who set my new account up.
The problems started though, when he asked if I had ever done business with the bank before. I said yes and the system took over.
As he worked out all the forms, they all had my correct new name on all the paper work. Naively, I was so proud of myself, until...
A week later my debit cards arrived in the mail. As I opened them, imagine my disappointment when they came imprinted with my old male name!
I recoiled in shock. I learned the hard way again how much I never wanted to see that name again.
I will be heading back to the bank today!