AAAARRRRRGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Before I launch into my rant, I have to say this: dgenerator is right. It is the season to listen to the Pixies. It sparked Tuesday when I was listening to KXLU. They played Doolittle in its entirety. Mmmmm. Pixies goodness. Now… My job title is Accounts Payable Supervisor. This means I’m in charge of making sure all invoices get allocated to the correct account and cost center and that bills get paid in a manner that avoids any disruption of business. Our payables are classified as “heavy” which means we get shit loads of invoices, about 1000 per week. For a staff of three, we are worked really well: there’s always something to be done. We have a Staff Accountant who is in charge of all general ledger transactions. For those of you who are not up on accounting, the general ledger is like the part of the checkbook most people don’t balance. When a certain general ledger account needs to be analyzed, then the Staff Accountant should do the spreadsheet analysis, right? Well our Staff Accountant is what you might call “incompetent”. Don’t get me wrong, I like her as a friend but as a worker I would’ve fired her years ago. All of the other supervisors have to bail her out constantly. You know you have problems when the CFO has to help you balance a bank account. Choice quote: “Was I supposed to minus that?” So for this coming fiscal year (which begins in April), I have been assigned the job to do G/L account analyses. I brought this up with the CFO yesterday while in our weekly check run meeting. “I hear I’m going to be doing these spreadsheets for everyone next fiscal year.” “Yeah,” he replies with a twinge of regret. “When is your next review?” “October,” I say with as much bitterness I can muster without going over the top. “Oh. Well let’s see if we can work something out.” That doesn’t sound too promising, but what can I do? I have no degree, so if I quit this job chances are great that I would not be able to get another job in this same position. What’s a boy to do? I think I’m going to start being an escort, but first I need to lose some poundage. I know this sort of shit happens all of the time. I can intellectualize it all I can, but when it actually happens there’s no way to quell the primal reaction. It’s a good thing I waited a day to post this shit because I was fuming yesterday.