I wish my problems with my new job were as simple as unopened bank statements.
The last person to hold this job didn't open the bank statements. What kind of bookkeeper doesn't open the fucking bank statements?
The same kind of bookkeeper that doesn't send the insurance company the new corporate filings so that we can get the new reduced insurance rate. That's what kind of bookkeeper doesn't open bank statements.
That would also be the same kind of bookkeeper that sends the fucking insurance bill to the contractor who requested an insurance certificate.
It would also be the same kind of bookkeeper who once called me because the balance shown in the online banking register didn't match what was showing in the checkbook register. Her response? "I guess I'll just have to do the math myself then." What the fuck do you think you are fucking getting paid to do, bitch?
To be quite honest, I'm not quite sure what the hell she was getting paid to do. Because nothing seems to have gotten done.
Valentine's day better include new shoes. That's all I've got to say about it.
What a fucked up first week on the job.