Everyone in Ireland knows that the big Catch 22 is that a resident is required to do anything but getting stuff together to secure that resident isn’t easy if you don’t have all those other things. So today’s the day that I committed to a place to live but I was left with the hassle of trying to figure it all out while only having the tools of a tourist at my disposal.
So getting the lease signed and provide support documents was the first task at hand. Luckily, I had the USIT office at my disposal to take care of the simple things so I was ahead of the game by the time I had completed my end and emailed everything back. Even the oddball request of copies of my passport and driver’s licence were no sweat when there’s a scanner handy! The hurdle that I ran into, however, was dealing with transferring the security deposit and 1st month’s rent into my landlord’s account.
The big problem is that he’s with the National Irish Bank and it turns out that the National Irish Bank is a cashless institution. So yah, a cashless bank…isn’t that an oxymoron? So in half disbelieve, I decided that it might be worth my while to head down to one of the branches and see about this whole cashless attitude after I pledged my case. After all, I’m a foreigner in need and it wouldn’t be very Irish of them to refuse to take my cash. Sadly, that’s EXACTLY what happened. If I were looking to deposit cash then I needed a gyro (Okay, it’s actually giro but at the time I was hungry and thought why would I need a sandwich from my landlord to deposit cash!) or a laser card (fancy debit card from the future?). Well as I had neither one of these items and the poor lady looked tired of me trying to talk her into doing what I needed, it was time to leave.
So my other issue was that I didn’t have enough cash on hand as I’m just not one of those fancy pants people who strolls around with over 1600 at any given time. Note that this amount isn’t standard, its just because I made the decision to get my own flat, I also needed way more cash on hand than your average traveler. So I went from bank machine to bank machine with the arsenal of debit and credit cards in my wallet trying to pull out just enough cash and not get robbed in the process. Four cash machine stops later, I successfully jammed enough money into my wallet, eye fucked all the shady looking people around me, and made my way to the Post Office.
Yes, I said Post Office. Turns out that I can’t get a bank draft (aka money order) from a bank but for some odd reason, it’s a totally reasonable thing for me to get at the Post Office. So now I have everything I could possible need to have my new landlord lodge the money with the National Irish Bank for me. He said he’d do it if I gave him the bank drafts and I think its just because he doesn’t seem to want to give me a gyro either!