Can anyone explain to me what a person who hates numbers and statistics is doing working for a bank? I have been asking myself that question all day long. I enjoy my job, but days like these I just have to question my sanity. Numbers, figures, statistics, statistics, statistics all day long. By 3 pm I was very close to tears and just wanted to quit my job and live at the beach.

I had the folks on Stennie's blogroller to keep my spirits up, but unfortunately that didn't last very long. Whatever. I'm done with the project, and tomorrow should be a bright sunshiny day.

When I got home and picked up my mail, I found an odd bit of correspondence from my bank - the one I use for my checking, not the one I work for. It seems that they have "awarded" me a platinum visa, which comes with all of these so-called rights and privileges. I have been chosen to have this precious card, because of my "superior credit rating". I was feeling rather proud of myself until I turned to page 3 of this letter, to see that they are only trusting my incredible fiscal stability for the whopping sum of $500. I mean, honestly, why bother? The plain, standard credit card I have from them would do just fine in that case. And you know, this bank isn't just some po-dunk neighborhood bank. It is one of the top 3 largest banks in the US. They really ought to know better.