02.26.05
The Golden Rule of Accounting
Debits and credits must always equal one another. I totally get it…or I did, until I was given the accounting equation for which that rule applies: assets equal liabilities plus owners equity plus revenue minus expenses. A debit (which, by the way, is indicated in a T account as “Dr” just to add to the confustion)is anything that increases assets and decreases liabilities and owners equity. Recieving cash isn’t just (and not even) crediting your assets…in fact, since debiting is the only thing that can increase assets, receiving cash means you have to DEBIT your assests account and then you have to find which account under liabilities or owners equity to CREDIT.
And this is only day three of six weeks of Accounting. Jesus Christ on a cracker my mangina hurts. I think I seriously have blood coming out of my ear.
02.12.05
The perfect winter day
We were back up to the house after a few weekends of being away and it was the perfect winter day today; cool but not bitterly frigid, light flurries falling without a sound, a warm fire going in the living room. I’d planned to spend the day working on my last economics paper due next week but instead, Jeff offered a morning of skiing so we suited up and spent the morning on the slopes of Big Bear, our little local mountain perfect for those of us still beginners. We skied until it was taking us longer to ride the lift back to the top of the mountain then it was to do the run and then came home and hoped in the hottub, boiling us and our 30-something, out of shape joints. And all the sayings about hottubing in the dead of winter are true: it’s a horny thing. We had to race back into the house to finish our dirty monkey love in front of the fire and then did the most manish thing I think I’ve ever done, we both rolled over and fell asleep on the floor, naked and happy, fire-warmed, and content. Of course the lesson learned is: after a 1/2 post-coital nap, spread eagle on a hard floor, our 30-something, out of shape bodies do not make for an easy return to the living and active. We were like humpty-dumptys, rolling from side to side trying to pick up enough momentum to actually lift ourselves up. All in all, the perfect winter day.
02.09.05
New insomnia
I woke up tonight/this morning from a dream I was having where I was unceremoniously thrust into the position of having to make a speech to a gathered group of work-people who I don’t actually work with in the waking hours of my day, to say nice things and thank their boss for bringing the collected group of people together for a fun work-related lunch. Of course the anxiety of the dream was that I was unceremoniously ignored by the tables of people who were talking and eating over my welcoming speech. Then I woke up and found 20-pounds of cat laying between my legs and couldn’t readjusted my bad knee for comfort so I thought, “Fuck It”, I might as well just get up and go do something productive.
The general rule of thumb for me is, anything between 3:30 and 6:30am can’t be that productive because I’d rather spend the time asleep anyway. But when all else fails, I do my best. I was able to get my weekly summary done for Economics which I’m getting ready to start the final week. This is all very good news as I’m glad I did not chose economics as a vocation. Though thinking on that particular idea, what difference would it have made? I’d be up at 3:30 in the morning worrying about the right shifting aggregate demand curve as it applies to increasing inflation instead of medical billing compliance in research. Tit for tat? Six of one and half-dozen of another? Yes, I think so too.
So as the good insomniac that I am, I started tracking my recent internet purchases. The replacement iPod I ordered yesterday is still somewhere in China and the new digital camera I bought is somewhere between St. Louis and Newark. And then that was done so I thought about doing my taxes but Jeff and I did those this past weekend using TurboTax and so that was done. Then I read through all my blog list and confirmed what I’ve only recently discovered: I loathe a majority of the bloggers on the list. I read them because they’re living train wrecks and I have a wicked streak of shadenfreud. It’s a guilty secret of mine but it’s true.
And now it’s 5:20am and I need to be up in an hour to start another hellish day at work where I’ve recently learned our office is to be a part of the bureaucratic cog in the machine of clinical research (and here someone else who loathes me will get a shot of shadenfreud themselves). I’d think about climbing back into bed but I see the 20-pounds of cat have moved up and are now in the warm depression I left when I first got up so I guess it’s me and the couch for now. Shadenfreud, shadenfreud, shadenfreud.
02.05.05
An object in motion tends to stay in motion
I got whacked by a car yesterday morning on my way in to work; clipped b y a driver who was making a left onto 23rd street as I was using the crosswalk. I’m basically intact but fuck if I’m not sore all over. All things considered, it could have been a lot worse so I’m kind of feeling like the glass is half-full about the whole thing. My iPod, though, is cracked to shit so that’s kind of sad. I’m sorta glad it’s my iPod and not me, though. My ACL is roughed up a bit so for those uninitiated brethren, if I tried to walk in heels right now, my right knee would feel like it was going to snap and break inward. Awkward to say the least so I’m going to stick to sturdy sneakers and avoid high-couture, even though it’s the start of Fashion Week.
I have to say, for as quick as everything happened, the actual tag was all slow motion. No flash of my life passing before my eyes, just standing up one minute and the next laying in a dirty puddle of water in the middle of 23rd street. I could pretty much tell I was OK right away but I’m sure everyone thinks that until the look down and realize their legs are on backwards. In my case, though, it was true and I was fine…better then the lady who whacked me. She kept trying to hug me in between her bouts of hysterical panic. Then the cops showed up along with an ambulance and fire-truck (I know, I still can’t figure out the fire truck) but ultimately, I was trying not to be a wiener and just wanted to brush myself off and get on my way. It’s a testament to what a neurotic care-giving personality I am because I was trying to calm the lady down and actually called her later in the day to see how she was and to confirm I was fine.
So today I’m sore as fuck but glad to be around to complain about it. The timing was really bad, though, since Jeff has been out of town all week, far away and I could imagine getting killed and no one knowing about it for a while. Not sure what kind of a Plan B we have to put in place to overcome that kind of problem except to make sure the cats have enough water and food for a couple days. Anyway, it’s all good, and I’ll heal. As I told the cackling ladies at the 13th precinct when I went into find out about filing a report (a longer story that ultimately ends in being manipulated out of doing it the right way by cops at the scene), I’ll know better what to do the next time I’m run down by someone.