15 February
So at last, the goddamn audit is over.
Don't go into finance, people, don't go into accounting, trust me. Lord knows I never meant to go in myself, it was a complete shock to me the day I turned around and realized that not only was I in accounting, but I had been in accounting for five years. That day was right now, by the way, as I see it was just my fifth anniversary.
Anyone who can add up a column of numbers and be surprised and shocked when it turns out right has no business in accounting, but as I say, I never meant to go into it, and had I known the hell of an audit, I would have stayed in catering.
We are audited once a quarter, all public companies are audited, it's not an IRS thing, they are independent audits. This does not make them fun or easy in any way. The fact that the controller and assistant controller both used to work for the company that does our audits also does not make it fun, we get no breaks.
This year was not only worse than ever, more invasive than ever and more time-wasting than ever, it was also longer than ever. It took me several weeks to realize that it was all because of Enron. Just because they were lying scum who told big porkies to their stockholders and bankrupted their entire staff and were very bad indeed doesn't mean that everyone else is, we certainly are not, so I don't appreciate the goddamn auditor living up our asses for six weeks just because of them.
Not to mention the fact that our auditor this time is a tiny infant, he looks about fifteen years old, though I hear he's about 23. The first time I saw him I said, "Shouldn't he be in school? It's a weekday!" He is too young to be so much trouble! If I wanted to be made miserable by a teenager, I'd be a mother.
So yesterday I went to WW and I lost 2.6 pounds, that I found disappointing at first, but then I realized that the good thing is that I don't lose a point yet! Had I lost .8 of a point more, I'd have one less point to eat a day, and no need to rush that, baby.
So so far I've lost 12.6 lbs, which is pretty cool, I think! Though I won't get really excited, I think, until I've hit 30 lbs--I've lost 20 more than once in the past five years or so, due to illness or whatever, but going beyond that and not stopping and not blowing it, that means 30 lbs to me. Also, it is unlikely to show on my until I've lost that must.
Tiny little girls, five pounds lost shows, but so does five pounds gained, and I think I prefer it my way.
My clothes aren't particularly looser, what with the Clown Pants already falling off my and everything, but my belt is one notch tighter, and is very comfortable that way, I'm not pushing it to be tighter, and that's very heartening.
The Giant Pants are ripping in the butt, however, which means that it's time to get a new pair. I wonder what size I wear? Though it seems almost a waste to buy jeans now that hopefully will be too large come a few months. I want to make certain that I keep these for the big dramatic "look at the size of the pants that I used to wear!" photograph that I intend to take a year or so from now.
Today's
horoscope:
Today's the day for having fun with your beloved. Take time to play at whatever you enjoy sharing. Laughter can lead to loving.
One year ago today:
And what was my nightmare about? Invoices.
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