A beautiful day for an abortion
Aug. 28th, 2003 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twicketfaceLast week Friday and today, I spent a combined 8 hours working in "The Morgue". Accountants have a fetish for retaining paperwork (not unlike HR people) and my company is no different. Our morgue contains hundreds of banker's boxes of client files. Each employee in the office (whether they work with clients or not) was required to spend 8 hours helping with the purge. New company policy dictates that any files pre-1995 do not need to be kept (the 7 year rule). This consisted of taking a binder with a description of the contents of each box, finding the files that are outdated, separating them from the files that we need to keep, and piling up said outdated files next to a large plastic container for the partner in charge of that client to go through later (wouldn't be an accounting firm without a system of checks and balances).
There must be something about the way paper degrades over time, because the smell of the first box I opened instantly took me back to the basement of my parent's old house. My dad had a small (but significant) collection of Playboy magazines. My brother found them first and showed them to me. I remember feeling like I 'had become an adult' by reading these magazines. And it wasn't just the pictures I was interested in, it was the social commentary, the movie reviews, the comics and the short stories. I don't think sexuality should be demonized and back when women (in the media) were presented a lot more realistically than they are now, it was very raw and exciting. I believe this is partially why I am in favor of natural features instead of surgically-obtained asthetics.
Anyway, the process was interesting in seeing these mostly wealthy clients finding ways to pay less taxes. In one sense, I think that "we" provide a service and ensure the compliance of laws. On the other hand, I think there is a level of slickness that accompanies any professional services firm. In any event, I got to wear jeans to work and it made the day go by faster.
A chicken and an egg get a room at a hotel together... shortly after they enter, they began screwing around... This is a pretty small hotel and the manager likes to make rounds to all the rooms to check on his guests... when he opens the door, he finds the egg sitting in a chair, smoking a cigar and the chicken in the bed, looking really peeved. He said, "I guess that solves that mystery."
There must be something about the way paper degrades over time, because the smell of the first box I opened instantly took me back to the basement of my parent's old house. My dad had a small (but significant) collection of Playboy magazines. My brother found them first and showed them to me. I remember feeling like I 'had become an adult' by reading these magazines. And it wasn't just the pictures I was interested in, it was the social commentary, the movie reviews, the comics and the short stories. I don't think sexuality should be demonized and back when women (in the media) were presented a lot more realistically than they are now, it was very raw and exciting. I believe this is partially why I am in favor of natural features instead of surgically-obtained asthetics.
Anyway, the process was interesting in seeing these mostly wealthy clients finding ways to pay less taxes. In one sense, I think that "we" provide a service and ensure the compliance of laws. On the other hand, I think there is a level of slickness that accompanies any professional services firm. In any event, I got to wear jeans to work and it made the day go by faster.
A chicken and an egg get a room at a hotel together... shortly after they enter, they began screwing around... This is a pretty small hotel and the manager likes to make rounds to all the rooms to check on his guests... when he opens the door, he finds the egg sitting in a chair, smoking a cigar and the chicken in the bed, looking really peeved. He said, "I guess that solves that mystery."
