Contrary to what you may think, I do not name every single thing I own. And I certainly do not name any body parts. We'll leave it at that.
Work has not been kind to me lately. Having a job with routine tasks and fixed deadlines makes some people think that most of the time I do not have any work to do. Hence they always dump me with the ad hoc jobs and jobs that people normally would categorise under the "lain-lain" pile.
The thing is, when eeevvveeerrryyyooonnneee else is busy, while I am having a normal work pace, I am expected to lend a hand. But when I am eexxttrreemmeellyy busy meeting my deadline while everyone else can afford to linger around and chat, surprisingly no one is required to lend me a hand. The excuse? My job is so specialised that people who do not do it just do not know how to do it.
Sometimes I feel like doing something else for a living. Perhaps teaching. I can already imagine my first lecture. Walk in briskly, set my briefcase on the table, turn and face the student and announce "This is Accounting 101. Welcome to the biggest mistake of your life".
There's this intern in my office, which by the way has been the raw material of our intra-office jokes (not his fault though, it's just that the girls - and "mak ciks" - are drooling over him haha), who is from a non-accounting back ground. Surprisingly everyone (yours truly included) has been trying to talk him out of his plan to continue his studies in accounting. Talk about pride in one's job huh?
At least he has something that none of us in the department has. He can always use his other degree as a back door exit should accounting does not work out with him. As for the rest of us, we are all stuck in this demoralising-uninteresting-vicious-infernal profession.
Did I mentioned I have an accounting class this Saturday AND Sunday?