Slowly doing my part...Follow

To make the world a more slack-*** place.

When I started working for my company, I was downstairs, right at the entrance of the building. For that reason, and also because I was new and wanted to make a good impression, I dressed very nice. As a kid I always thought to myself that I'd like a job where I wear a suit and tie to work everyday, looking all sharp, carry a briefcase, work at a desk, have a sign on my door with my name on it, etc etc .

Then I grew up. I don't want any of that ****.

When I got moved up stairs and started this accounting stuff, I realized that nobody ever comes up here, everybody except for us accountants comes late, and us accountants are always the last to leave.

So I started by not wearing a tie. Just a nice button up, long sleeve shirt, and nice slacks. About 1 month later, one of my 3 bosses (yes, I have 3 bosses, and yes, I got the damn memo about the TPS reports) Stopped wearing ties too, then shortly after, all of them had stopped, except for when we have a meeting, or auditors coming, etc etc .

That was nice, but I wanted more, so I tried a nice shirt, but with a sweater over it, and my neck buttons undone a little bit so I can breath.

Wasn't quite Winter yet when I started, so it didn't catch on. Until I played with the thermostat. See, all our servers are up here, and they heat up real nice, so I just cranked the AC up to make it nice and cool. Shortly after my bosses followed in suit, one after the other, wearing a sweater over a nice button up shirt with the neck undone.

Then I tried just putting on any comfortable shirt that isn't really work material, but wearing a nice sweater over it. To my surprise the head boss adapted to this style first(the Jew). Probably because he gets here around 7 am, which means he leaves his place about 5:30 am. Then usually leaves around 6 or 6:30 pm.

It kind of backfired though, because when I saw him doing it, I looked at him and thought to myself "wow, he looks like ****". Then I started dressing nice again.

Except for that whole tie thing. ***** that.

Queen Skeet

You mean you guys don't wear those already?

/hides

Queen Skeet

/gets out binoculars

I find my own clients prefer the casual approach ...


suits just scare the ***** out of em

Whoa! Wait a minizzle. You're an... accountant?!? Accountant as in bean numbering, Coke bottle myopia glasses wearing, green eyeshading, pocket protectoring, pencil necked geek? That kind of accountant? The kind that collects abacuses and old LED TI calculators and snorts when he laughs?

/9 second stunned

Quick, Aunt Bea, fetch me the smellin' salts. Totem's got the vapors.

I thought you were some cool kind of-- I don't know, ummm, professional BASE jumper or Playboy mansion pool cleaning banana hammock wearing cabana boy to judge from your posts and SO's warm description of you. Instead, you're an... accountant.

It seems so... pedestrian, I'm sorry. The least you could have done was make up some fantastical exciting career about being a super-spy like Smasharoo.

What's up with that?!?

Totem

Lol. Hey, I never wanted to be an accountant! It just happened, I swear! My friend in CA went to college to be an accountant, I laughed at her many times. I remember saying "Why would anybody want to be an accountant, let alone go to college for it??" That, my friend, is Karma I guess. So what if I have a crazy Jew for a boss, I've seen applications for my position from people that have majored in accounting, and have more years in experience than my total number of years here so far. Great pay, a lot of benefits, health care, Peruvian chicken on Thursdays, Donuts and Bagels on Fridays, plus it's the perfect cover up for my secret Super Hero life.. Oops.

But on the real, fo shizzle, I want to be a Music Theory teacher eventually. I had a really cool Teacher in college named Dr. Mathews, he was a white guy, with a funny afro thing going on with his hair, and he wasn't the typical stuck up music person. Even liked groups like Mothers of Invention.

My Guitar wants to kill your mother.

Queen Skeet

I get to do cool things like reconcile vendor statements to the extreme! Then I shimmy over to the other side of my office and do some filing in my whacked out cabinets!

Then, every Tuesday, I get to call up a bunch of biotches that owe us money, and spit my game at them, B*tch better have my money!

You lookin' for a payment from us? I can hook you up. I look into my fly accounting software and hook you up propa like with our dope check number.

So when I'm not BASE jumping, or having sex with my fine honey, I'm keeping it real at work, on the solo tip. Word.

Queen Skeet

I work smack dab in the middle of a bunch of accountants that are generally of the flavor that Totem described. I am here to stir things up, I think, since I am no number cruncher and my positioning here has to have come from a higher power....

I am told by various sources that my office always has the loudest music playing, most giggling coming out of it, strangest visitors inside and emits smells that would probably seriously damage the nose of the average person (I'm a pig, ok? I throw half eaten things in may garbage and wonder why it smells so bad in there 2 days later). What can I say, I take pride in my very important role as the token office pain-in-the-***** Accountants, they are here for me to play with!

Music theory teacher, eh?

Can you name the modes of a major scale from bottom to top? Did you pay attention in theory class?

Flea, make sure he doesn't look it up, that's cheating.

Ok, this one time at band camp...

<rollseyes>

Geek.

Totem

Lol. That was great.

She has a point Tote.

No no, I'm fine with chicks knowing their music, but Skeeter, having gone from Zenmaster bungi jumping Tantric sex instructor to bean counting birth control glasses wearing musical nodes knowing accountant is completely blowing my image of him.

The next thing we'll find out is that he knows the difference between tafeta and simulated silk-- and can tell you the subtle nuances of each in depth. "Well, I love the color of dusty rose on my tafeta curtains, because that salmon coral peach was just too much!" (Skeeter flips his hands forward in a display of stomach churning effeminent limp wristedness while swishing his hips around like a washing machine in the agitation cycle)

/eyes Skeeter suspiciously

Totem

Aaaah crap. You caught me. I baked some more chocolate chip cookies last night. And I do know the difference between tafeta and simulated silk, but I need my wife to tell me how dusty rose at sunset is utterly different from salmon coral peach. I'm fairly certain I'm not gay though, because I still think Members Only jackets are cool-- a major discriminating criteria for determining one's sexual orientation.

Just tell me you drive a red sports car or something, ok? And not a Neon or Geo Tracker. I need to have something to believe in...

Totem