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Accounting for Everything: What It Takes
What does it take to find your way?
I am spending hours chasing a number around the daily cashout report. Nothing is balancing. I am feeling tired and frustrated, watching the clock climb closer to 5pm. No lunch, coffee cold. I am not figuring out the numbers...
I am chasing myself also. Something is out of balance. Not quite adding up. I can't find it for the life of me and it will be the life of me. Maybe if I move myself or subtract someone, I will reconcile. Perhaps I forgot to count some contribution.
I am in tears. I am banging my fist on the desk. I call upstairs and surrender. My boss comes down and counts. She too gets the same number. She tells me to fuck it. I feel in love with her at that moment. How easy was that? Fuck it.
Yeah, fuck it.
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