Audit Time

I’m hoping there’s a special, special spot reserved in the seventh level of hell for whoever came up with the concept of the “financial audit.”

I’m now up to my neck in my THIRD ONE IN THE LAST THREE MONTHS and while one might think that simply makes me good at them (practice makes perfect!), that might also be a way for one to get noogied.

Just days after I started my new job we found out about a “special” audit, two full weeks, from the “big” company. By the time they got there in January I had been in the job all of about five weeks. A good time was had by all!

Then in February I had my annual CAF audit for two days. Again, more fun than an accountant should be able to have with its clothes on!

Now, in addition to being busier than god to begin with, I’m working late and losing sleep over our annual audit which will result in our tax returns and audited financial statement. Again…

I’ve been doing this for decades, despite my education in the sciences. I’ve got my MBA, I’ve been a “Controller,” a “Finance Officer,” and a “Director of Finance.” I spent five years writing office automation accounting programs back before the IBM-PC came out on the market.

(Yeah, I’m that old. Some time I’ll tell you about the PDP-8 we programmed in machine language, one command at a time…)

So I understand why audits are necessary, what purpose they serve, how important they are, blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah, blah, blah…

Doesn’t mean I have to like them!

Seventh. Level. Of. Hell.

A. Special. Place!