Are you really a shrine-worthy goddess of unequaled coolness; crown princess of stunning yet approachable perfection; high priestess of unbearably enviable youthful gorgeousness?
Why yes, it says so on my Amazon.com account so it must be true.
You used to live in Silicon Valley. Why did you leave all that coolness to live in Fresno, home of cows and raisins?
Okay, here is the story...no, there is too much. I sum up: hate job, friend dies, reevaluate life, generous sister offers roof, quit job, move to Fresno.
Didn't you go back to the South Bay for awhile after you moved to Fresno?
Yes, yes! Geez, where do you guys get your information? My former compadres from before the hated job enticed me back into tax work. They are cool and groovy people who I really love working with, so I went back for a few years. Also, my COBRA benefits were running out. Nothing like the idea of walking around without health insurance to freak a girl out.
Have you always been an accountant?
After going back to work with my friends for about a year, I ruthlessly transferred out of the tax department and over to the portal team as content manager. (Yes, my accounting friends still speak to me.)
Portal Content Manager, that sounds like a fun job. Was it?
Indeed it was. But it soon became a tedious game of "You say rolling out the portal is top priority and you want our 100+ global sites operational, like...yesterday, but you won't hire more people? You know there are only four of us, right? Not a one with any formal IT training. For 70,000+ employees. And the actual IT people won't talk to us because they're too busy trying to fix the company's IT infrastructure, the chaos of which is a direct result of your acquisition-happy spree of the past few years!"
But I'm not bitter.
So you're an accountant again now?
Alas, yes. Not that there's anything wrong with that. In fact, I read the other day accounting is "sexy" now. I cannot complain. I have a stable job with stable income and I like the people I work with. I get to telecommute two days a week, as well as on the weekends during tax season. Working seven days a week three months out of the year sucks big time, but somehow working in my pajama's makes it seem not quite so bad.