Once upon a time, I was an accountant. It was fun for a while, then not so much.
Last night I went to a happy hour hosted by my old firm for “alumni”. Yes, my firm considers people that quit to be alumni. It’s really kind of genius. Once you’re one of them, you can never really leave. Is this what Hotel California’s about?
Anyway, I saw a couple of my old coworkers, listened to a motivational speech by Gold Medal diver David Boudia (for some reason), and was slightly reminded of all the B.S. that goes along with working for a big firm.
I have nothing against my former employer, but if I had thought that I could get in and out of there without hearing a partner announce that “the principles of hard work and engineering spirit that go into achieving Olympic success are the same characteristics that we look for in our employees,” then I had truly been away too long.
Anyway, one of my former coworkers, who now works for a competitor, tried to lure me back into the accounting world. I couldn’t help but be tempted, since I am trying to find my next move and, also, money.
But it’s not just money. It’s the ability to pay off my credit card debt, move out of my dad’s, eventually buy a place, pay off my student loans faster…
Alas, I am trying to be strong. I don’t want to be an accountant. I want to be a writer. There’s no time to write while working at a big firm. Yes. Must keep telling myself this.
And I’m pretty sure David Boudia said that I just need to set outcome goals and process goals. Maybe I need a sports psychologist. For writing. Otherwise known as a psychologist.
At least you guys know that I will not be leaving my dad’s anytime soon and, therefore, will continue to dazzle and entertain you.