i don't ever want to cut my hair or do math again
i have finally figured out why i became an accountant:
to quit accounting.
imagine spending years and years working up to a point, and when you reach that point, you jump off.
it sounds depressing - but no - it's wonderful. what a joyous feeling it would be to abandon everything. to not have to worry about files and numbers and accounts receivable and inventory and fixed assets and income taxes and net income and net income before income taxes and accrued expenses and prepaid liabilities and contribution margin and gross margin and net margin and and Ohh the JOoyyYYeh!
and the longer i wait, the more joyous it shall be.
here's the plan:
i stick around this job for, say, 5 more years.
then, i write a song. but not just any song.
i'll write the new birthday song. it shall replace "happy birthday" as the ultimate birthday song.
or maybe a new Christmas carol. oh yes.
then i shall quit my job by telling everyone i work with all of their faults, and parking a monster truck in the CEO's parking space, and telling the cafeteria staff that their food sucks, and telling the hot lady on the 5th floor that she's really HOT.
then i shall live off the royalties for the rest of my life and travel the world and go to office buildings and laugh at all the poor accountants.
oh yes.
to quit accounting.
imagine spending years and years working up to a point, and when you reach that point, you jump off.
it sounds depressing - but no - it's wonderful. what a joyous feeling it would be to abandon everything. to not have to worry about files and numbers and accounts receivable and inventory and fixed assets and income taxes and net income and net income before income taxes and accrued expenses and prepaid liabilities and contribution margin and gross margin and net margin and and Ohh the JOoyyYYeh!
and the longer i wait, the more joyous it shall be.
here's the plan:
i stick around this job for, say, 5 more years.
then, i write a song. but not just any song.
i'll write the new birthday song. it shall replace "happy birthday" as the ultimate birthday song.
or maybe a new Christmas carol. oh yes.
then i shall quit my job by telling everyone i work with all of their faults, and parking a monster truck in the CEO's parking space, and telling the cafeteria staff that their food sucks, and telling the hot lady on the 5th floor that she's really HOT.
then i shall live off the royalties for the rest of my life and travel the world and go to office buildings and laugh at all the poor accountants.
oh yes.