The past week has been quite pleasurable for me. While other people can cruise along and play all week, I get the prestige of being able to work all week. Yep, Sunday can also become a workday, thanks to my profession.
In all fairness, I didn’t really work the whole day of Sunday. I merely waltzed into the office at 6.00pm and go back home by nine. Financial reports are the lifebood of my profession. So important it is, I need to go to the office to send it to my superiors because their needs are urgent, and cannot wait till Monday.
A little bit of advise: if you want a meaningful, well-rounded life, never, ever, ever take up accounting and make the mistake of practicing it. Whether audit or general accounting, it makes no difference, when you practice that profession, you can practically say goodbye to your friends and family.
On the upside though, accountants have the most balanced life. I mean, who else can claim to have a perfectly balanced life and lifestyle, wherein Work EQUALS Life. How else can you top that?! Oh, I’m being sarcastic there, by the way.
It is during times like this when I recall a certain anectode I’ve read somewhere. It states that "accountants are not boring people, they just get excited over boring stuff". How quaint, really. It doesn’t have anything to do with my week-long office shenanigans, but still, in light of current happenings, it has a certain edge to it. It somehow pierces and scratches an inner wound you thought was long healed, but somehow still draws blood.
To what point do I drive to? I don’t actually know. But what I do know is, like most of the things and people in my life, I have an on-going Love-Hate relationship with my work, almost bordering on sado-masochism a certain times. I love it, but I dont; I hate it, but I couldn’t live without it.
I don’t know.
I just don’t know…
published in friendster blog August 13th, 2007