I had to eat a semi-gross Jason’s Deli box lunch. Why do I always get the one with the gross peanut butter cookie? (Don’t argue with me, it’s gross.) The lunch on Wednesday was much better than Friday’s lunch.
There was almost a cage match between this old guy with Mister Wilson glasses and haircut and the instructor, who probably weighs 100 pounds soaking wet. They were arguing about GOODWILL. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that accountants aren’t passionate. It may be passion about the Financial Accounting Standards Board having a double standard in regards to asset vs. income classifications, but it’s passion nonetheless. Seeing as how the instructor has absolutely nothing to do with making the rules, all he accomplished was making the rest of the class roll their eyes and sigh loudly.
In my class on Wednesday, we were required to form groups to present cases related to business ethics. Our group leader said copulation instead of compilation throughout the entire thing. We preformed our case presentation as a skit. We added an off the cuff affair by one of our “partners” with the unethical client’s ex-wife, which was not in the case study (we are so freaking creative). There was a fake phone call during our skit to reiterate this relationship, which brought down the house, so to speak. I guess you had to be there. I really wanted to rap our case (al la Metalia) but nothing rhymes with CPA, accountant, ethics, or scrap metal cash skimmer. Nothing funny, anyway.
This poor instructor, while obviously a smart and capable discussion leader, had her Yankee self challenged at every turn by a group of grumpy old men hecklers in the back. Again, she doesn’t make the rules. She’s just telling you what they are. SHUT UP.
My phone battery was fading fast, limiting my ability to facebook while still looking engaged and attentive.
One saving grace – they have a free coke machine. All the money spots say “00”!
There was a girl who waved at me on Friday when I walked in. I thought she was an HR person from my old job, since she looked vaguely familiar. I figured she didn’t know I wasn’t at that job anymore, so I told her. Uh, no, she is from a local firm; I just saw her at a lunch meeting on Tuesday and even had an extended conversation with her and her friend. It took me until TWO THIRTY to figure out what a complete idiot I was. That’s some great personal PR there.
There was a moron old lady in the back who wouldn’t turn off her cell phone ringer. Her phone went off at least 6 times. The last time she practically laughed when everyone turned around to give her the audible cell phone stink-eye.
I caught up on my feed reader, but I still had my book on the right page. I'm sorry, but the A & A updates are mind numbing.
I feel your pain. CPE, a necessary evil, but SO BORING sometimes.
Posted by: Melinda | June 23, 2009 at 03:27 PM
I seriously hate CPE. At least you got free coke.
dude. i love the PB cookies.
Posted by: Angela | June 25, 2009 at 02:41 PM