Christmas in the middle of August. Christmas season means a lot of different things to different people. For me, it’s a signal. I’m mentally wired. Start counting down the days when I know I will disappear from having the fun to concentrate on doing the hard, like work. That’s what we accountants do. Prepare for the annual statements, the external auditors, and examine our records for accuracy and apply adjustments as needed to spruce up that good ole general ledger.
My Christmas hit me this August. Mostly I’m feeling the pain of it now right after my mini vacation. New company, modified rules, non-profit, fiscal year closes in the damn summer.
I’ll be working this Sunday and I thought those days were over.
Ironically, I want to write smut just to wipe out the numbers floating around my brains.
