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.

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