The "Good Hands" of Metrobank-Tacurong
Posted on Wednesday, 14 December 2016
The “Good Hands” of Metrobank- Tacurong
By Apolinario Villalobos
Transacting business gives me jitters, not
because of anything else but because of the required IDs and people who will
“handle” me. As regards IDs, I am wary about what I have because they might not
be honored, and for the people who will attend to me, my apprehension is that
they might be snooty, unsmiling, robotic in manner who stick to their rules to
the last letter, and most of all, the ambience of the office which can give
clients negative feelings at times.
During the time I was back to where I saw
first the ray of light, in Tacurong, I thought of dropping by Metrobank. The transaction
was simple inquiry. Looking at the imposing, albeit, simply architecture office
building, I was carried back to the days when the bank was yet renting a ground
space in one of the first commercial buildings in my hometown, now a city.
Metrobank was the first commercial/universal bank that gave Tacurong a
semblance of progress due to its presence. Before its coming, what we had was
just the Tacurong Rural Bank that served the needs of the locals and those who live
in nearby towns. Transactions were about agricultural loans and savings. That
was during the early 70’s, as I remember that some of my batch mates were
employed by Metrobank after graduation in 1975.
I left our place to work with Philippine
Airlines and due to the scheduled training in Manila, was not able to join the
graduation. We were the last graduates who were not less than 60, as the
college department was temporarily closed due to the unrest that engulfed the
province. I had the chance to take a glimpse of the steadily growing bank every
time I come home for a day or at my longest stay of 4 days, Finally, I had my
chance of experiencing how it felt to be in the “good hands” of the
Metrobankers-Tacurong when I thought of inquiring about their offerings.
Both I and my nephew were in our best
“ukay-ukay” attire – cheap walking shorts and faded t-shirt, and of course, in
our favorite slippers. The smiling guards opened the door for us. We found the
bank full of clients, proof that they are really “bankable”. As we waited for
our turn, my nephew approached somebody if we could be attended as what we
wanted was just inquiry. We were referred to the Marketing Destk…and the rest
was the smooth handling that I was expecting.
My visit to the bank proved that its famous
jingle which includes the line, “you’re in good hands with Metrobank”, is
indeed, true.
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