I'm sure I've mentioned this.
I'm a bookkeeper. I keep track of other people's money. Of course. That's what bookkeepers do.
Bookkeepers don't really have anything to do with books. Not real books. Not like books housed in a library or overflowing the bookshelves in our living room. No, not those books. Bookkeepers keep track of columns and rows and volumes of numbers and other related fascinating financial facts. Intriguing, I know. Try to contain your enthusiasm.
(As an aside, I take special pleasure that the word "bookkeeper" has so many double letters. It is pleasing to me in ways I cannot explain.)
January for bookkeepers is full of paper. Paper and forms. Forms such as W-2s and other scintillating, enchanting and spellbinding report filings required by our government officials. Volumes. Volumes of forms. Bless their hearts.
Right about now.
Right about now I'm tired of them.
Tired of those papers.
Tired of those papers and forms.
Yet this, too, shall pass.
Moving right along?
4 comments:
Ahhhh...so that is what you do.
Fascinating! You have reached a new level of blogacity: Your posts have lately been of a Zen-like clarity and mindexpandingness. Well done.
And no, I'm not being mean or facetious. I loved this week's posts.
Thanks Udge. I'm glad you've enjoyed. :)
I, too, am a bookkeeper...let's get together in April for some BEER!
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