Today was the last day of my commercial banking career. Many people have only known me as a commercial banker, vocationally. The overwhelming majority of my closest friends at present have never known me to “be” [again, vocationally] anything other than a lender in a small, locally-owned bank.
There are quite a few enjoyable things about being a bank lender, and quite a few things that I won’t miss at all. Maybe I’ll take time soon and jot down a few things from both categories. This evening, I’m mostly thinking about how strange it felt to walk out of the bank for the last time as an employee, and how strange it will feel to be simply a customer when I return.
Today was not too special. In fact, if anything, today resembled an average working day for me even more than an average working day would. In other words, on what seemed like a rather significant day, everything was extraordinarily ordinary. Odd, that.
My replacement seems a fine fellow. We spent the whole day together. I hope he finds my position in better shape than the way I stepped into it; I’m confident that he will.
I feel good chalking my banking era up as an excellent experience. Various things that I learned will probably be useful to some degree for the rest of my life. I didn’t handle every situation perfectly, but I trust that God accomplished all of His many purposes throughout the experience.
So, finally, the day has arrived; if you are wanting a loan, I am not your man.
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