The Art of Being

God's H2

Today at the Wachovia, I saw a Hummer H2 with a cross hanging from the rearview mirror. Speaks for itself.

Speaking of Wachovia, I cannot begin to describe how happy I am that I no longer work there. Yes I know it has been three years since I left, that tells you how happy I am, doesn't it? I didn't realize how much I hated working for a corporation until after I left. I guess it was a defense mechanism. But it was just stupid and awful. Everytime I hear one of my friends talk about corporate world I shudder and count my blessings. It is a soul-crushing, mind-numbing cesspool of irritation and stupidity. Not that working for the state is a bowl of peaches but I feel like I am serving some purpose beyond... beyond... I can't even articulate what the purpose of my former position was.

I just wanted to add that rant, because in a search for Wachovia on blogger, the only results I found were from people who don't understand ATM fees or check holds.

posted by Wendy @ 4:26 PM