Greatest American Bank
Greatest American Bank Put that coffee down. Good Citizen In 2004 I was working for a bank in the states, one of the biggest mortgage lenders in the country. Trapped in an office with a corner cubicle, I was surrounded by seven divorcees, some incredible women, and others on the angry and bitter side. They all treated me well, but not so much each other. They sought me out as a sounding board for their petty squabbles. I had to play Switzerland and found the best way was to just listen, nod, and keep my mouth shut. It was a rollercoaster each day. It was the wild west for home loans. The underwriting matrix was trashed. Every application was approved. You only needed to show up and have a pulse to get approved for anything. No job? No problem. No credit? No problem. “No speakah Ingleesh? No problemo amigo!” No income, assets, future, brain, or ability to earn anything for all eternity? No problem. Acme Home Loans had something for everyone. Between 2000 and 2006 I was a paper server in