No collective human endeavour has a hope of succeeding without an adequate allocation of resources to the counting and general administration of those resources. This applies just as much to the private as the public sector, arguably more so. A company that fails to properly account for its resources is liable to go bust, no matter how visionary its founder. Think about this the next time a pettifogging accountant pesters you about a seemingly pointless bureaucratic matter.
*It is, of course, patently ridiculous that a firm’s auditors are paid by the firm they are auditing. Investment professionals not only know this, they rely on it. The last thing an investor needs is a set of financial statements that tell the unvarnished truth.
*The tediousness of an accounting memo is the point. The less people who can be bothered to read it the better. And if by any chance someone does decide to read it, on a whim say, then there is a good chance they will lose interest part-way through. Therefore, one must ensure when writing an accounting memo to put all the controversial stuff towards the end, preferably in a footnote in an addendum to an appendix.
*It is incontrovertibly true that most so-called white collar jobs are totally superfluous. That doesn’t stop people from behaving as if the precise opposite were true. It’s a conundrum.
*Bit by bit I am ossifying. It’s as if a plaster cast were hardening around me, entombing me before I am ready.
*I have only beliefs. I try to ensure they are justified true ones, but needless to say I am fighting a losing battle.
*For years, I had this ‘if only’ mentality. If only I could meet my type of person. If only I could cure myself of intrusive thoughts. If only I could find a bona fide way to remediate my acne scarring. If only I could convince someone of my worthiness. If only I could have a different backstory. If only I hadn’t (or had) done this, that and the other. And then one day, a sunny one if I recall, I realised what an idiot I had been constantly wishing for things to be different, in the better sense of different. Of course, things did not get better, but that is by the by.
*I find myself nitpicking at people’s arguments. In my head, that is. I bite my tongue, in other words, keep my pedantic thoughts to myself.
Until I don”t.
Out spill my reservations, closely followed by my counter arguments. Needless to say, this is normally received awkwardly, a kind of indifferent silence shadowed by a shrug. Which inevitably leads to the eructation of yet more verbal gas on my part. It’s a problem. I am all too aware of that. I should probably go see a doctor about it. For all I know there is an injectable peptide that switches off one’s inner nitpicker. I mean there’s a peptide for everything. Well isn’t there?