A guy needs another account

I got a call at the office yesterday. On the other end of the line, a lovely lady. Trouble is, we weren't exactly acquainted. She knew me, not me her. She went on to tell me all about some bank account at Stanchart. All the time I was racking my brain, wondering how she knew about me. I guess this is the telemarketing I often hear about. She even offered to come to 'my office' to do a presentation. Trouble is, I don't have an office. I have a piece of furniture, with a computer on top of it. She'll be calling me later. [I still can't say no to a woman; even a stranger on the phone. I'll probably end up asking her out to lunch or something]

Indeed towards the end of last year, it hit me that I needed to start saving. I don't consider myself a thrifty individual, but have managed not to save a single cent for virtually all of my working life thus far. So when I decided to quit my job, without having secured another one, or other source of income, saving was no longer a choice. Since then though, I've found it tricky keeping track of my progres. I literally do a count of the number of months since I started saving [Yes. I count aloud and with my fingers], when I go to the ATM, then check that I'm not withdrawing more than my savings. I might just take up the lovely lady's offer and open another bank account to deposit my savings in.