I've been at this new "accountant" job for about 2 months now (I'm changing jobs next week, but that exciting news would completely derail this rant so I'll save it for later). When I finally got all the checks for the previous 3 months entered into the system I proudly announced that I was done. I was then informed that there's a year and a half of credit card payments to be entered.
"We didn't want to give you everything all at once and overwhelm you." <doh> Alright. Wish I would have had a sense of the big picture, but I can deal with that. So I got those entered and was finally done!
"Oh by the way, you still have this pile of *other* credit payments to enter." Ooookay. <grrr> Those are entered... so... I'm done, right?
"I forgot to mention that you have a stack of wire transfers to be entered." <wtf!> I'm so gonna hurt someone. Ok, wire transfers entered. Checks were entered. Credit cards were entered (both of them). All caught up. Now I can start doing my real job. It's about frickin' time. <whew>
"And, um... we've been holding on to a lot of the checks that have come in because we didn't want to overwhelm you with them..." <steam pouring from my ears> Three *hundred* check entries later... I'm so done with this job. Where's the door?
"And... here's the box of mailed checks that we've not even opened. There's probably only a hundred of them." <evil eyes promising a slow painful death>
Aside from my desire to set the remaining checks ablaze, I'm scared to finish these entries because they might start opening up more file cabinets, boxes and even pulling shit out of their pockets that no one felt the need to accomplish for the last year. Apparently in the case of this job, it turns out that "accountant" equals "data entry bitch."
| March 21, 2007 12:48pm | 
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