GIT--Friday morning edition

Ok, I honestly don’t know how much more of GIT I can take. Yesterday, I turned her loose on a monthly reporting file (I shadowed her last time). She spent almost all day on it. Of course, I had to extract the files from the system for her because as is typical with this company and the one we support, it takes an act of Congress to get any type of access. Sometimes an act of congress isn’t enough.

She had screen prints to work with and the prior month’s file was out there as well. Now, if someone says, “When you finish, your file should look exactly the same as last month’s file,” wouldn’t you check and make sure it was like last month’s file? Uh, apparently not, because she didn’t have it set up like last month’s file. Also, ACCOUNTING RULE 101 SPECIFIES THAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CHECK ALL FORMULAS BEFORE SENDING OUT A FILE. You had darn sure better be sure that everything cross-foots and ties out. Did I get that with this file? You guessed it.

I will admit some of my changes were probably nit-picky, but in financial reporting, consistency is key. So, I documented the changes for her and gave those issues to her along with a corrected copy so she could compare that to her file. (I know you are thinking anal much? here, and you aren't off base. I am anal, but that's what makes me a good accountant.)

While this is going on, one of my other co-workers in another subgroup comes over and mentions something that GIT has to have done BY 3 (better if it's earlier than that), so that throws out my training with her for the rest of the day. That's a good thing, but I was already getting worked up about having to train her this afternoon as well. I've never had anyone get under my skin this much--honestly!

In addition, I will admit that I sneeze more than the average jane (allergies), but please stop asking if I am ok! Also, you don't have to rub my shoulder consolingly every time you are in my cube, and my name is not honey, sweetie, kiddo, or anything else. You can call me by my first name; heck you can even call me by my last name. I even answer to hey you. But the sweeties and honeys are just a little annoying.

I have come to one conclusion though--GIT + me + pregnancy hormones = VERY bad combination. Under normal circumstances--GIT + me = bad combination anyway, but my hormones just aren't helping. I'd literally look at the items on my desk and visualize myself chunking them over the wall at her quite frequently.