Back a
few years ago, our local, county-wide bank was bought by a large,
out-of-state bank, and one of the first thing “Corporate” did was to install
those chrome stands you see in movie theatres, the kind with thick,
velvet-covered ropes or chains, to indicate where customers should line up for
tellers at the counter. Cries of outrage greeted the innovation. We are not
livestock! We don’t need to be herded through cattle chutes! We know how to
wait our turn!
Things reverted to the way they were before, and everyone calmed down. This
year “Corporate,” guided by “Marketing,” has made many more changes, most of
them pointless, some of them downright irritating.
For
starters, work by local artists was banished from the walls and replaced by
promotional posters for the bank. (Why all the strenuous effort to sell what people are already buying?) All branch offices were painted in
tones of beige and green, a new logo appeared on the outside of the bank, and
the doors sprouted new green Lucite handles. When I went to the bank in Leland
one morning, I was asked, “Do you feel like you’re in Northport? Because that’s
the aim.” The aim of all this branding and homogenizing, I guess: make every
branch feel like every other branch. Well, let’s get something straight. When
I’m in Northport, I want to know I’m in Northport. When I’m in Leland, I want
the feeling of being in Leland. And if I’m in Traverse City or Empire, I want to
be clear about that, too. Each of these towns is unique, and that’s the way we like it Up North. Big box banks? Not
appealing at all, folks!
My
husband says that when he goes to the bank these days, he is annoyed the minute
he sees the green door handles. Well, I can live with those, and if I were a
teller, I’d probably be okay with the new uniforms: they are attractive, and
employees have a choice of colors and coordinating articles of clothing. (Less
figuring out “what to wear” every morning would have appealed to me back when I
worked in offices.) The free pens have been a big hit. I’m told (and this surprised me) that
the new 24-hour grace period before overdraft charges netted the bank a nice
number of new customers. Twenty-four hours does not seem like a big deal to me
before an overdraft charge of over $30 per check is assessed (I do not overdraw and so do not
keep current on the penalty figure), and I wouldn’t have guessed that such a short grace period would bring
in new customers, but hey—whatever!
What I find most—no, what I found most annoying, until a few days ago, is the new video
display on the wall behind the tellers. It’s like a big, wide-screen TV,
constantly in motion, and I have to hold a hand up over my eyes to block it from my view. When I’m talking to a teller, I want to be paying attention to the
teller, not being distracted by a video display of the bank logo (who cares?)
and “products” the bank is trying to sell me. In my case--and I suspect I am
not alone in this--the annoyance of the distraction makes me, if anything, less likely to consider deepening my
relationship to the corporation.
What
makes local banking attractive in the first place? (1) The bank is here. (2)
The workers, people we know, are friendly and courteous. (3) The staff knows
the bank’s procedures and are helpful to customers. That’s it. That’s all we care
about. The free pens are nice, but we lived without them for years and could
live without them again. We just want the bank to be here and for the employees
to do their jobs and be pleasant. If another bank bought up the current bank,
we would switch “allegiance” without hesitation, as long as the bank was here and the employees—our friends
and neighbors--pleasant and efficient. “Brand loyalty”? There is no such thing in today’s
world. I can’t believe the marketing wonks haven’t heard the news.
And how
much has all this “branding” nonsense cost? Because, no, there is one more thing bank customers would appreciate and that would be better interest rates, so instead of wasting customers’
money on such unnecessary and annoying changes, how about if “Corporate” just upped the interest rates a noodge? We would appreciate that!
Ah,
but the changes weren’t over yet--and maybe they still aren’t, which is a scary
thought—because just the other day, turning my gaze from the offensive video
display to the clock on the wall, I saw—the clock was gone! Up there on the wall all alone was a
silly double outlet, too high to be useful for anything, nothing plugged into
it. Where was the clock? Can you guess? Ah, yes! “Marketing,” those chipper,
eager, bright-eyed youngsters down at “Corporate,” decided it would be better
not to have a clock in sight. People might time how long they were waiting
in line. I’m
not kidding. At least, this was the only rationale anyone could come up with.
Corporate,
Marketing—get a clue! These branch banks are in small towns! We hardly ever have to
wait in line,
and when we do, no one minds, because we use the time to visit with one
another. It's a break in the day for us! The
occasional impatient person, usually a tourist off a yacht in the harbor,
doesn’t understand small town life, either, and clearly doesn’t know how to be
on vacation, the point of which is to slow down. Please don't gear our life to their ways!
Clearly, the marketing people are city people, and no doubt they’re very young.
To their credit, they want to earn their salaries. So they come up with ways to change things.
But if we wanted to live at a city pace, in anonymous city surroundings, we
wouldn’t be here in Northport. Many of us, however, are still working for a
living, and we do need to keep track of the time, so please put the clock back! Is that so much to ask?
8 comments:
I can sympathize. Our local bank
was swept up by a big national
(sounds like the very same bank).
It was awful, the woman who had
managed the bank for 20 years was let go, services disappeared or
had $$ attached. We were at the point of changing banks when the big guys discovered there were not billions to be had. A regional bank
came in...and things are back to
good old normal. There is hope!
We haven't lost local personnel, thank heaven! They are all that make the other stuff tolerable. Your bank returned to local control? Wow. That's a happy story!
Someday I must tell you about another local bank that went above and beyond, earning my gratitude forever . . . until it was eaten by a Large Bank from South of the Border about which the less said the better.
Hi, Dawn. I'd love to hear that story from you! Most of my complaints here are trivial, compared to everyday banking outrages you can hear on the news, but to me it all wads together into one big ball--homogenized, impersonal, insensitive to regional differences, blind to community, etc.
Oops! Sorry, Gerry! There was an e-mail notice that Dawn had left a comment, but clearly that was on one of my other blogs. Well, I'd still love to hear the story--from you!
Just happened over here this a.m. but can't stay to comment ...have to go to work...at the bank! :) But yes I've been on both sides of this issue...so after some thought I'll be back.
Off topic, but in reading a railroad ferry history, Northport
in the 1903-08 era was home to
a railcar-ferry loading operation
involving a Superior craft called
Manistique, Marquette & Northern.
The ferry was later used further
south on Lake Superior, going down
with all hands (47) in the early
1920s. Amateur historians have
traced the railbed near Northport,
but have not been able to locate
where the ferry slip used to be,
one report that the apron was moved elsewhere. Any old-timers
have a theory on the former location?
Well, BB, could you get any further off-topic? Ha! Well, yes, Northport used to have a "Fishtown," similar to Leland's (look it up online; I'll have the book soon), with docks that could handle big "ships" (everything on the Great Lakes is officially a "boat"), and there was a cherry packing plant down by the harbor, not far from where the old railroad depot still stands. A local man who died a couple years ago worked on the ferry between Northport and Manistique for a while. If you ever get to Northport, BB, you'll want to viasit the Northport Area Heritage Association (NAHA) museum. You can also visit Brew North, where I'm having an iced coffee right now, looking at old Northport photographs from the 1800s on the wall.
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