Today, we went to the bank. To transfer money abroad. As you may recall, we have
done this once before, with a lot of help from a wonderful junior secretary. As we predicted at the time, she was way too good for our (under)boss, who really likes people who do not show any initiative, do not really do anything, but who do spend lots of time in the office. Indeed, the junior secretary was gone after we came back from winter break.
So this time we had to obtain the help of one of the secretaries who has been around a bit longer. (But not that long, mind you! Our institute makes sure to kick out any secretary once she has gotten some experience and we have gotten used to dealing with her!) Due to our previous experiences, we asked her to fax all our documents in advance, so the bank employee could be convinced of our worthiness. Of course, we could not immediately be deemed worthy. First, all sorts of new documents were demanded; information that the secretary duly conveyed to us without showing any sign of trying to help us get them.
A little more prodding did get her to help us, most of the documents turned out not to be needed after all (monthly income statements and such) and all we needed to do was go to Tsinghua's HR office to get another one of those pieces of paper that say that F's Chinese name and regular name belong to the same person. At the HR office they told us that they are constantly printing these out for the foreigners employed by Tsinghua (200 long term and 600 short term foreign employees). Nonetheless, it took 30 minutes to produce.
At lunch hour today we were finally able to go to the bank. It had to be during lunch, because our secretaries are no longer allowed to leave the office during their work hours. The bank employee complained that the form the Tsinghua HR had given us was the wrong one -- it stated that F had changed his name, not that he had two names. Now, the secretary showed some balls (I am afraid she will get fired soon) and told the bank employee to stop being so difficult, since (i) we had already provided one of those documents when we opened the account, and (ii) last time we transferred money they also let us get away with not having it.
And, yay for the secretary, because pretty soon there was some heavy photocopying and triple red stamping going on.
The experience was so painless that we did not even
get drunk tonight. Instead, we had dinner with fellow postdocs. We have a new one and there is a strong rivalry developing about who can be the most obnoxious. Fun!