What better way to start the day than a sausage biscuit? This is my routine: every morning on my way in to work, I grab an o' so delicious sausage biscuit and large diet coke from BK. The soft buttery texture combined with the sweet yet spicy splendor help to make my mind free to be productive and creative.
I consider myself to be one of the very fortunate souls who can honestly say that I love my job. Accounting....yep, I said it. I love accounting. From the time that I was a wee gal I've counted my steps, made the organized plans, "mother hen"ed the events, and found every last detail.
People have the wrong impression about accounting though. They think of the "Producers" wonderful scene of green bills and arm bands clinking around on ten keys while scrutinizing over-sized journal ledgers and hating the wordly existence of life. Not the case my friends. Today's accounting is creative and not in the sketchy way. It takes skill and profieciency to deal with today's complex accounts and issues. I am constantly having to find creative ways to solve problems.
So everyday, I eat my biscuit, light my jar candle (ambiance isn't just for the bedroom), and begin to unravel the comings and goings of life in it's greatest form. Money. "Money makes the world go around, the world go around" (Cabaret). I sit in my office and enjoy the peace that the solidity of the numbers provides. I find rythmn in its consistency. Not that everday is peachy, but I can say that I do my best and at the end of the day, I hang my hat with comfort.
At home, I settle into a comfy spot on the couch. Enjoy an episode of my favorite show, "Ghost Whisperer" and relax with the love of my life. After I unwind, I get the pleasure, and I do mean pleasure, of cooking. I love to eat and it makes sense that I love to cook. Not just cooking, but creating. Everytime I step up and hold those beautifully sharpened knives and engulf myself in the smell that olive oil releases right as it reaches the optimal heat, I release my soul into a sphere that I am certain God created just so I would know what a small taste of heaven might be.
Perhaps she is right, with the whole accounting is not as cut-and-dry and it's made out to be. However, when you work in an under-staffed, everything's deadline is "yesterday", run by a Napoleon-esque small man group, it's not just cut and dry, it's downright awful. When you sign up for accounting, do accounting and not a hybrid of accounting/tax/finance/bitchwork. Yesterday I went for a (my now weekly) foot massage, and during the 10-minute shoulder massage they throw in, the guy was terribly upset by my job stress, that had manifested it's way into my back and shoulders in the form of knots and kinks and general muscle angst. "YOU NEED LONG MASSAGE". No, just a different job, but yes, a long massage sounds like a good short-run solution.
ReplyDeleteBut, as mentioned, the salary is nice. I like my plump salary. I wish to make even more. Can't wait for my fat 2.5% raise! What's that rolling noise? Oh, just my eyes.