Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Management by Intimidation

And speaking of the accountants, they love to let everyone know your job depends on their approval. In my old position, I worked in an accounts payable department. The accountants practically lived on top of us because it looked like our department was hemorrhaging money. I tried to point out that our job was to pay the people who generated the company’s revenue, but that didn’t seem to sink in. Instead they constantly asked for documentation proving we were contractually obligated to pay the people who made us money, and when we complied they would follow up with a quick quip like “Remember, the job you save may be your own.” I have to say that without their motivational techniques, my job wouldn’t have been nearly as funny. Being in the military has a way of turning the volume down on life. After many training exercises and a little bit of warring, a pudgy accountant with a bowtie making vague threats doesn’t rise above “giggle” on the old fear meter.

Fortunately, these days I work for a part of the company that does make money, so all my pals in accounting have forgotten that I exist. Hopefully they’re all dead now, or at least bed-ridden with penis cancer. Not that I’m bitter or anything.

Bunny!

Because this blog doesn’t have nearly enough pictures of hot Japanese women.

9 comments:

jGrrl said...

If I knew anything at all about accountants or money I'd make a decent comment - as it is the best I can say is - those pudgy bow tied buggers sure do pass the beer when they go out to loud Irish pubs! They try everything they can to buy their girls... Every time I went to open mic night at O'Learys I'd see bushels of them ogling the young chicks, all too funny indeed...

Joe said...

Now how would you have felt if the accountants in question were hot Japanese women?

Kira said...

...oh look! That girl has earrings ;)

Tracy Lynn said...

Yeah, I would like a picture of a hot Japanese accountant bunny.

SJ said...

I guess that must be one major attraction of military life... no fear of accountants.

Stacy The Peanut Queen said...

I prefer to lay low and let them forget I exist. I get in A LOT less trouble that way.

Plus then, when I finally DO lose it, my sniper abilities will come in quite handy. They'll never see me comin'. ;)

You? bitter??? I just can't see it.....

Grant said...

jgrrl - you should let them buy you several drinks, go to the bathroom, and then climb out the window to escape.

joe - I would have deliberately made errors in the hopes they would walk over me with their spiked heels.

kira - if she wants me to use lube, she'll take them off first.

tracy - I'll get on it.

sj - unfortunately it did nothing to eradicate my fear of asking a woman out. In fact, I'd rather be shot at.

pq - if you have true sniper abilities and use them on accountants, the world will be a better place.

jGrrl said...

Joe - it would have made MY night much better anyhow...

Grant - I have, on multiple occasions (^_-)

Monogram Queen said...

Bitter - YOU?!!! Never!