I’ve started using French in some of my hand-written notes and on a few spreadsheets. Makes me feel like I’m writing in some kind of code that no on else will know…
…too bad the only French I know is from the backs of cereal boxes.
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-The Bitter Accountant-
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Wore out my first highlighter at my new job today. Makes me feel like I’m doing important work around here.
The new one handles like a lead balloon, though. *sigh* Gonna take a while to break in…
Finding a discarded fold-back paperclip on my desk is terrifying…
Somewhere there’s a stack of papers that’s not held together as well as it could be…
4 binders, 5 file folders, 2 notebooks, 3 evenly distributed stacks of papers, and 4 parallel-arranged pens in various colours - all open and laid at right angles on my desk.
That’s how I roll…aaahh yeeaaah….
Somebody dug THROUGH the chocolate covered almonds to get at the NO-chocolate, skinless almonds at the bottom.
…there’s something wrong with you…
My notes from a brief stint answering the phone for the admin team:
To Send to Voicemail:
*Press “Function” - “Send to Voicemail”To Transfer Call:
*Press “Transfer Call”To Cancel Transfer:
*Press “Cancel Transfer”
…I gave up taking notes after that.
A lot easier than they make it look. The terrifying part is the part where you have to talk to people - I was caught completely off-guard.
Just ran out of staples for the first time here.
This is the sort of event accountants would have cake for…we’re not allowed to do that kind of thing.
There comes a point in every young accountant’s life where he or she throws caution to the wind, swallows his or her inhibitions, and tears along the whole of the perforation line without stopping.
This is who we are. This is why we do what we do. Paper is our bitch.
:D
The combination of files scattered throughout a large office, laziness, and a roll-y chair has been the inspiration for the gracefully gliding opening act of my great Broadway Office Musical.
