Dingbats on the Loose
August 18th, 2010
Growing up, the worst insult my mother could hurl at another woman was to refer to her as a dingbat.
It was reserved for the most egregious of scenarios in which women did their entire sex a disservice by appearing unreliable, scattered, or less than utterly professional. To my sister and me, the word resonated with distain — and we lived in fear that it would ever be used to describe one of us. “Don’t be a dingbat!”
Today, dingbat was unfortunately the only word that came to mind after a visit to our local Sovereign Bank branch. Last week, I had returned a message left by the branch manager. Fearing we had an issue with one of our accounts, I found it curious she had left a message at home — surely my business banker for over a decade has my office number?
After leaving her several messages and not getting a return call, I stopped by the branch today and asked to speak with her. She confirmed that she had indeed received my messages, but I had to understand that “they were making us call all our customers as a courtesy. I would have gotten back to you next week, but I have hundreds of calls to make, you know.”
When asked what she was calling about, she quickly tried to sell me on the benefits of a home equity loan. Huh? What about taking the opportunity to ask about my business these days, if our line of credit was sufficient, or even if the branch was performing to my expectations?
Rather than taking a few minutes to reinforce our relationship, she couldn’t have made it more clear how little Fahoury Ink matters to Sovereign Bank. A simple language adjustment — even a friendly welcome since she sees me on average twice a week — were clearly beyond this dingbat’s ability. And I’m trusting her and her coolly dismissive staff with the financial health of my business? Yikes!
Sure, men can be equally as idiotic and dismissive, but somehow it stings just a little more when it comes from a fellow business woman. By being so clearly ill-equipped for her job, this woman makes it that much harder for any business woman to be taken seriously.
Unfortunately, my service woes have proven to be the norm rather than the exception when it comes to Sovereign Bank. When choosing them over larger entities, I made an erroneous assumption that a smaller bank would equate with better service. I was willing to trade off better technology and expanded product offerings for what I anticipated would be a warmer, more welcoming approach from a bank small enough to know my name and appreciate my business.
Guess who’s the dingbat now?



