Today, I woke up to the worst rain I’ve seen since hitting the Emerald Isle but sadly, had no choice but to live the day. It may have been the morning meeting with the recruiter that forced me out of bed but it was the fact that I was finally allowed to open up a bank account that had me singing in the rain.
The morning was all about focusing on what I needed to do to rejoin the working world but this afternoon, all those worries faded away as I caught a glimpse of a plain white envelope with my name on it. There is was – my PPS number. Otherwise known as correspondence from a government department/body as proof of current permanent residential address. Just to be fair, not all banks would accept this letter as proof but luckily AIB would and so they quickly became my bank of choice.
Yes, AIB has a lot of charges (turns out there’s a whole booklet full of them), lacks a Visa Debit card, and isn’t open on Saturdays but is the only bank that would let me open up an account in Ireland so I either had to suck it up or figure out how to keep dealing with the simple things in life without being able to easily access or transfer money. Granted it’ll be another week before I get my lasercard and I can’t deposit any money into the account until tomorrow and yes, I will be charged to make that deposit but I finally have a bank to call my very own. Its good news…right?
See, the big worry now is if I’ve gotten myself into a bad one-sided relationship out of sheer desperation. Do I stick with this bank and look to upgrade once I have further proof that I’m now residing in Dublin? Do I stay loyal to them because they were the first to accept me or out of sheer laziness? I guess only time will tell…