Nothing prestigious about PRESTIGE

<p>I sat in the bank for an hour waiting for someone who had gone to lunch, she went to lunch with the keys to the safe where cards are kept, on top of that, her phone was off and no one could get hold of her. What's even more frustrating is the fact that I sat there for an hour with a constant who was basically doing sweet ****** all, because on Saturday I was told that my account was not activated and have to go back TO THE BRANCH, to have it activated. Just because you sit behind a desk fiddling your thumbs it does mean that we are all retarded, someone us have jobs to go to.</p>