screw the bank I work for, screw the bank!
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Sydney, 2001.01.24
Started my new job today. Twelve weeks of fun at a bank. I have no desk, no PC, I'm unsure of who I report to, and no one seems to know what I'll be working on. Plus ca change....
I'm reminded of the "Kids in the Hall" skit, in which a man who lives to dance keeps chanting, "screw the bank I work for, screw the bank!"