Today is one of those days. Today is an accountant’s birthday. Mine.
The most important task of the day is to replace the battery in my calculators. I’m an old accounting professor, so not all need batteries:
With a confident step, I walked into the doctor’s office. “Hey Doc, do my assets still exceed my liabilities?”
After a quick glance and with a hint of condescension, “No. You’re too old.”
“No analytic testing? No work papers? I want a second opinion.”
“You’re ugly, too.”
When paying my bill, the office manager said, “The Doctor wants me to stress that you shouldn’t use candles on your birthday cake. This is what happened when another boomer accountant tried it.”
Is it written in the accountant’s handbook that one must always add another year when having a birthday? This year, I decided to subtract from my previous age instead of adding. Coincidentally, I have less grey in my hair and a bit less flab around my middle.
Unfortunately, this turned me into a bad accountant. Sam Antar would call it birthday fraud. It leads directly to off-balance sheet financing and cooking the books.
Not wanting to get the following card for next year’s birthday,
I quickly started admitting to my correct age. But I’m not going to tell you what it is.
Debit and credit – – David Albrecht