I worked for decades as a financial controller, but I learned accounting in the trenches, as a night auditor for Marriott way back in my college days. As a result of that, plus my at times slightly obsessive nature (for better or for worse), when given a particularly thorny accounting problem to solve or a complex fiduciary can of worms to untangle, I tend to dive into it and grab hold like a badger or a pit bull and NOT LET GO until I get it solved.
Focus. Adrenaline. Deadlines. Ask for them by name.
This can be good, or at least useful. Or maybe “productive” would be a better term. But one of the side effects is that I dive in and about five to fifteen hours later come up for air, only to realize that everyone’s gone to bed, I haven’t eaten (not a problem tonight, I ate) or had any fluids, my legs and butt and shoulders are cramping, and I’ve got about fifteen minutes to knock out something for the blog before today turns into a pumpkin.
It’s 23:45, I’ve got our CAF monthly staff meeting tomorrow morning, I still have to pull my final February figures together, and I’m trying to finish up the final reconciliation for “Fifi’s” tour here last week. Guess what happened this evening and how late I’m going to be up tonight?
Here, have some more surf pictures. They’re very shiny and pretty.



