dyslexia

Yesterday confirmed to me a thought i’ve been having lately. Wondering if there’s such a thing as financial dyslexia? (ok allyson and wendy {my financial gurus/accountant/bookkeeper}… not a peep out of either of ya).

I’ve known all along i’m financially, accounting, numbers “challenged”… and one might place the level of it into the dyslexic category. But now it’s become obvious that it’s not just a simple fear of the almighty $$… it’s a true disability. 

Lately, no matter how hard i try, i can’t seem to even perform a simple bank transaction. I thought it was just fluke, but after yesterday it’s been confirmed. I have Financial Dyslexia.

It starts innocently enough… i head off to the bank machine, checkbook/bank card/specific instructions in place, check. I search out the bank machines that don’t charge me extra fees… check. I have my handy dandy cell phone/calculator in case i have to make any calculations, check, check and double check. But somehow, even with all that it all that falls apart at the machine.

Deposit a cheque for $1800 and enter $800 into the key pad… the months it took to sort that one out were well worth having $1800 in the bank! Loose the cheque in the 4 steps between truck and machine, leave the bank card in machine…. i really thought all these were random acts that could happen to anyone…

well now i know, they don’t happen to mostly everyone, they happen with alarming regularity to ME.

Yesterday was no exception. Trusting, innocent, optimistic deb deb hands me a cheque to deposit. With strict instructions to deposit it before i go off for a stroll around Harrison Lake. Before, right kimi? Yes deb deb, before… promise.

Slide into parking lot, cheque in hand, bank card in hand, final amount in head… Check, Check, Check.

Get to bank machine, enter card, enter PIN number…

uhhhhh, hmmmmm, scratch head… PIN number, PIN number i’ve had for years, perhaps the only pin number in my lifetime of PIN number having…. total and utter blank. Blanker than blank…

3 failed attempts later bank machine spits my card back in my hand, and i go home dejectidly with un-deposited cheque in hand. Pretty sure deb deb’s going to have to take care of this banking thing in future, n’est pas?