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tiamatladynow, before anyone gets their tits in an uproar and yells at me for complaining ON MY OWN JOURNAL, let me just say nothing has changed for me situation wise,
but my new client?
IS MORE BORING THAN WATCHING OLD PEOPLE FUCK!
I Love the "You need at LEAST 20 hours a week, minimum to finish everything." Today was the beginning of the week. They received 4 checks, and three bills to pay. There were 3 waiting for me. That's SIX for anyone counting. This is about an hour, MAYBE of work, mostly due to the ineptitude of the prior bookkeeper. She has unpaid invoices (bills) in folders, alphabetically. But, for instance, "C" is by itself, and "D through H" is in one BIG GIANT folder. Finding this shiznit is amazingly bad!
Add to this, the client is a wholesaler of "sporting/recreational" items (NOT dildos, or naughty things, I just don't want to get to into depth. Pervs.) So I know nothing about the inventory. Which isn't necessary. But the other guys (I Mean GUYS, Men's Men. Fags are those things you beat up on the weekend, men.) are salesmen, and sportsters. They talked about their weekend, and had long "meetings" I spent most of my time looking at email or Boston dot com. Because the boss was involved in what sounded like an important conversation. Til it degenerated. And the poor guys are retaining all their filthy language, since there's a "chick" in the office. I'm waiting til they hear me talking to one of you with my "Fucking fuck fuck fuck that fuck fuck." *grins* So I'm sitting there, and he's explaining shit like I'm two, and I'm getting so frustrated I'm not listening to him, which is making his attitude worse. But over the four*gags* hours I did everything he asked me to and got a "Hey you're catching on fast!" from him. Of Course I Am Numbnuts! Sheesh! What do I look like? some old woman just looking to pad her retirement? (IE Like their last one. She was there when I got to the interview and I hope he didn't fire her once he hired me. That would SUCK. It must have been planned tho, I pulled the bills for the ad I answered and she entered them.)
Anyway, I have some restructuring to do. They actually have stuff I need in three different offices, and the printer is a walkies across the big room. it's the most organized UNorganized office I've ever seen. It's disturbing. My Accounting Foo is upset. Must Feng Shui my files.
At least I don't have to go in tomorrow, I have my other clients who are well organized and happy to see me. And I have to go in Wednesday and crack on those files, and get him to show me the effing bank rec module. That's where I have work to do. And I have to find out if they're open next Monday. I'd like a day to myself. (OK I know I just had a bunch, I've been very busy the past week, and I think moved too quick. Just a breather.) Also, let me get that other damn client, I have a feeling I'll be there for YEARS and it'll be nice and steady. THIS one, I'm not sure how long it'll last, seriously. I'm too weird.
Today I need to get my Ebay stuff together, and get some of it out. I need to find a PO open late, I don't feel like rushing.
but my new client?
IS MORE BORING THAN WATCHING OLD PEOPLE FUCK!
I Love the "You need at LEAST 20 hours a week, minimum to finish everything." Today was the beginning of the week. They received 4 checks, and three bills to pay. There were 3 waiting for me. That's SIX for anyone counting. This is about an hour, MAYBE of work, mostly due to the ineptitude of the prior bookkeeper. She has unpaid invoices (bills) in folders, alphabetically. But, for instance, "C" is by itself, and "D through H" is in one BIG GIANT folder. Finding this shiznit is amazingly bad!
Add to this, the client is a wholesaler of "sporting/recreational" items (NOT dildos, or naughty things, I just don't want to get to into depth. Pervs.) So I know nothing about the inventory. Which isn't necessary. But the other guys (I Mean GUYS, Men's Men. Fags are those things you beat up on the weekend, men.) are salesmen, and sportsters. They talked about their weekend, and had long "meetings" I spent most of my time looking at email or Boston dot com. Because the boss was involved in what sounded like an important conversation. Til it degenerated. And the poor guys are retaining all their filthy language, since there's a "chick" in the office. I'm waiting til they hear me talking to one of you with my "Fucking fuck fuck fuck that fuck fuck." *grins* So I'm sitting there, and he's explaining shit like I'm two, and I'm getting so frustrated I'm not listening to him, which is making his attitude worse. But over the four*gags* hours I did everything he asked me to and got a "Hey you're catching on fast!" from him. Of Course I Am Numbnuts! Sheesh! What do I look like? some old woman just looking to pad her retirement? (IE Like their last one. She was there when I got to the interview and I hope he didn't fire her once he hired me. That would SUCK. It must have been planned tho, I pulled the bills for the ad I answered and she entered them.)
Anyway, I have some restructuring to do. They actually have stuff I need in three different offices, and the printer is a walkies across the big room. it's the most organized UNorganized office I've ever seen. It's disturbing. My Accounting Foo is upset. Must Feng Shui my files.
At least I don't have to go in tomorrow, I have my other clients who are well organized and happy to see me. And I have to go in Wednesday and crack on those files, and get him to show me the effing bank rec module. That's where I have work to do. And I have to find out if they're open next Monday. I'd like a day to myself. (OK I know I just had a bunch, I've been very busy the past week, and I think moved too quick. Just a breather.) Also, let me get that other damn client, I have a feeling I'll be there for YEARS and it'll be nice and steady. THIS one, I'm not sure how long it'll last, seriously. I'm too weird.
Today I need to get my Ebay stuff together, and get some of it out. I need to find a PO open late, I don't feel like rushing.
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Date: 2004-06-28 01:48 pm (UTC)Like I said to you before - sometimes you have to just get it out so it can't poison you, and if one can't deal with it - just pass it by.
I know you won't be yelling at me - plus it's anot as bad, I get to leave once I'm done, I don't have to sit there and be treated like a pretty moron. I'm going to start scheduling other clients piggybacked so I HAVE to leave.