I went to school for Fine Arts. I'm an accomplished sketch artist, painter, photographer, writer, and designer. I'm gruff, rough, and kinda tough. So how the HELL did I end up working at Fiscal United Bank? The following stories are all true accounts of the day to day insanity that I have encountered as a representative of Fiscal United Bank. Only the names and minor details have been changed to protect... well, to protect me from litigation, frankly.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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Oh brother,the grass will truly be greener on the other side.Thats because Latoya won't be grazing on it, and Tracy won't be smoking it... Congrats on getting out of the banking basement!
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