The ATM Ate My Morning (And Other Tales from the 5:30 Club)

The ATM Ate My Morning (And Other Tales from the 5:30 Club)

So, let’s talk about my mornings.

I know I get up way too early. Like, the birds are still stretching kind of early. Honestly, if you're imagining some serene, yoga-mat-and-matcha situation, please erase that. This isn’t enlightenment, my friend—it’s insomnia. Unfiltered, unmedicated, and definitely uncaffeinated.

But hey, there’s a silver lining to staring at the ceiling at 4:55 AM: by 5:30, I'm up, dressed (questionably), and getting stuff done like I’m starring in an infomercial titled "Organize Your Life Before the Sun Rises!" I’ve alphabetized tea, refolded laundry that was already folded, and—most importantly—gone for early walks with my faithful assistant, Blueberry the Papillon. She’s the real CEO around here. I just carry the leash.

So this morning, full of smug efficiency, I decided to combine my morning walk with a quick bank run. Two birds, one stone. (Or in Blueberry's case, one squirrel distraction, one tangled leash.)

We strolled to the bank around 6:30 AM. The sky was that soft watercolor blur, and I was feeling all kinds of accomplished. I had my deposit in hand, and a vague hope I might also grab a muffin on the way home. Living the dream.

But.

The ATM. WAS. CLOSED.

Let me repeat: THE ATM. WAS. CLOSED.

Yes, I had the same reaction you’re having right now. Like—wait—what? Is that even a thing? Did someone forget to unlock it? Is this a new Canadian escape room concept?

Nope. There was a laminated sign, taped up like it was totally normal and not utter madness. “ATM hours now match branch hours. 9–4.”

I’m sorry, what??
Since when do machines get banking hours? This thing doesn’t need sleep! It’s not unionized! It doesn’t have a lunch break! It’s a robot in a wall!

So there I was, standing outside a locked ATM vestibule, with my dog looking mildly offended that we weren't going inside, and my deposit still in my hand. I work from home, so sure—I could walk back in a couple hours, like a 1950s milkman—but what about people with a normal 9–5? Do they just cry into their coffee?

Honestly TD Bank, what in all that is holy are you doing? I don’t need a banker. I don’t even need a pen. I just need a tiny mechanical hand to eat my envelope and flash me that smug “Transaction Complete” screen.

So now I’m rethinking everything. My bank. My morning routine. My entire financial future. I might have to switch to the credit union. Or start keeping my savings under the mattress like a Depression-era grandma.

In the meantime, I’ve decided to channel this frustration into something productive—like writing about it. Or baking muffins. Or at the very least, training Blueberry to growl at bank signs on command.

Because let’s face it: if I’m going to be up at 5:30 AM anyway, I might as well share the chaos with you.

Stay cozy,
Sabine Frisch (and Blueberry the Disgruntled Banking Dog)

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