Originally published in the Grand Rapids Business Journal, July 7, 2008
It’s all at once terribly frightening and comfortably reassuring on the day you realize that nobody in any profession really, really knows what the hell they are doing. Case in point: Bankers. Oh sure, they appear to be very knowledgeable and secure in their spiffy tailored suits sitting bolt upright behind their manicured desks. But as it turns out, they are frumpled messes casting about for clues just like the rest of us. A year ago bankers would practically visit you in public restrooms to stuff cash in your pocket, taking with them used urinal cakes as collateral for the loan. Now, well, you have this week’s comic. The pendulum swing has been radical, to say the least.