So I’m getting transferred next week, off to a brand new branch of my bank. The new branch building is apparently designed to be the new HQs of the bank in the Heliopolis-Nasr City Zone.

No… I didn’t get promoted, although I was introduced to my new co-workers and co-corporate slaves as a “senior”. WOW!! Funny!!

Everyone’s really sad where I work now. Everyone’s avoiding me, hating me for betraying them, leaving them, selling them cheap. I didn’t mean to. The LONO said my name. The corporate gods called my name… with a promise for better things. Can’t lie to myself. I am devastated. I’ll be leaving friends that I’ve known and held on to for the past four years for one of those corporate pass overs we call promotion potential. Not to brag or anything, but I’ve always been there as a spiritual supervisor for my colleagues to go to when they needed help or advice… and even though I’ve always hated the pressure of doing a higher ranking job for a lower title and a lower salary, I seem to have underestimated the joy that I used to get from helping out my friends at work.

Oh well… I’m sorry.

Today I met some 50 something year old woman at the manager’s office. She wanted to open a special account at our bank, one of those holding a balance of over one hundred thousand Egyptian pounds. Right before she left she dropped a coin that looked pretty unusual to me; and this is coming from a coin collector. One side of the coin had a picture of a cowboy or a cavalry officer on his horse and said Austria Casinos. That’s right, lady. Now I know where you got your money.

The other side said Lucky Wave.

I never believe in luck… but I think that I’m going to hold on to the coin for a while.