Well, if being surrounded by bulletproof glass, surveillance cameras, and secret alarm triggers isn't dis-alarmingly symbolic of "worldliness" and fear, I don't know what is!

There has been only two robberies in the thirty years my Dad has worked at this bank...yet, somehow, I hear about it as if robberies happen thirty times a week.

Church is a popular something to talk about among the Tellers, as is gossiping about anybody who is not in the room.

Then there are the hot sports cars driven by middle-aged men, and the XXL SUV's driven by their desperate housewives, who all come to the drive-thru window to deposit checks that would alleviate all of our college debt combined (About five percent of these persons smile during the transaction). One dude dropped a 75,000 dollar check to be deposited today...I shit my pants.

The worst part of it is (and I have only worked two days thus far)...there are obvious bank customers who have really obvious mental health issues (one lady, in the drive-thru, exploded in convulsing anger about a "missing" thirty dollars), in which I am accustomed to having compassion for and welcoming in...but this place and people are on the other side of the world I see and understand...and it drains the life from me, until I am a facade, or an apparition of my true self (with a dress shirt and tie, no less).

Topping it off...Dad wanted to listen to Sean Hannity on news radio on the way home from work.

I'm all done.

After the first day of work, Kelsie and I spent some real time in prayer, and started the process of the MCC application, as we received our passports yesterday.

It will be a celebration when we cross the border.



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