Here in Brazil, if you open a bank account, even if it's a basic checking account, you get a banker. Lucky for me, my banker is Renato Cruz and he is the nicest and cutest (a rare combination for a banker). How Renato and I met was sheer destiny. The story goes...
I needed to open a Brazilian bank account, one that would effortlessly let me transfer funds from my American account, and I heard HSBC was a great place to start. So, I gathered up my documents...
-passport
-CPF number
-proof of address
-paystubs
...and headed to the wrong HSBC in Alto de Pinheiros. I was originally aiming for the branch at the corner of Faria Lima and Gabriel Monteiro da Silva. After sitting in a bit of traffic, I made it into this rather small branch. Fearing that I'd be met with non-English speaking bankers, I arrived to find my fears were right. The first person I saw though was Renato. I just sat down across from him and in my broken Portuguese, I explained that I needed an account. For about an hour, he and I worked our way through my documents and I ALMOST set up an account. A running theme here is that I'm *almost* achieving what I set out to do, just missing the mark by a document error or missing item.
Sweet and wonderful Renato was very patient and efficient swiftly working away as I tried to piece together some form of proof of residence. Later in the day, I successfully got the account set up and today, Renato taxied to my apartment to get my signature to finalize everything. Brazilian bureaucracy should take note, this is service.
Renato is: patient, competent, kind, customer-focused and now... my banker. read more