Jr Deputy Accountant

At some point, I painted a lot. I chased the Fed less and put a lot more down on canvas. Some have been sold, some are on living room walls I recognize, some are still hanging in a gallery just a few blocks from the erotic cake gallery.

I know exactly when art stopped being a priority and haven't really given it much time or effort since. Every now and then I crank something out with Sharpie dollar signs but I've gotten rid of so much of it and hardly bother these days.

Some stick around, find fake gold frames, make up the shadows of my darkened room past midnight. A smoking dog. A pair of pissed off robots. A bunny devouring a heart, not a single fork wound in the bloody mess on the plate before him.

Maybe one day all of it will be gone. You never know.
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Having just celebrated my first year on the financial blogging fringes, I know the 'bait and tackle' all too well, in fact it's my favorite move right after being addictive as crack. It's worked well for me, being one of the only girls in a sandbox exclusive to boys.

I have declared before that I am not ashamed to use my sex as an advantage - it's a dog-eat-dog world out there and a large part of defining my niche meant busting into the sandbox to demand the boys let me play too, God damnit, and surprisingly they didn't require too much coercion.

It's been an amazing year, there's no denying that. I'm thrilled every single day to see the reactions of readers and watch my content spread without any push on my part. I work long hours, skip lunches, and stay up late writing for the day ahead just to keep this thing rolling day in and day out because it is what I love to do.

But maybe the bait and tackle isn't working as well as it used to.

Do I need to trade my minnows for harpoons?

And if so, does anyone have a harpoon I can borrow? I refuse to stagnate or become some dull hack who doesn't put her entire being into what she does - that sort of fate is best left to some of the sandbox boys who needed a good smack for getting smart and got left behind with the Tonka truck and the shovel.
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This year has been tremendous to say the least.

My company successfully opened 8 new locations and somehow I've become everyone's favorite potty-mouthed fringe financial blogger. My mission is working though I can't really say with 100% certainty that I understand how.

As for happiness, I believe I found that earlier in the year and have not looked back since.

It wasn't until I was content with my life and my world that I suddenly discovered happiness and it has since bitchslapped me with awesomeness every single day following that discovery, each day somehow exponentially more incredible than the last.

I am beyond lucky, beyond content, beyond blessed. And some days, like today, I'm forced to sit back and soak it all in wondering what I could have possibly done to deserve any of it. Some days it's not worth asking why and my time is better spent figuring out how I can keep going, keep pushing, keep driving towards whatever grand goal I think I've made up in my head.

Happiness? You wouldn't know it if it bit you in the ass, would you care to have me explain it to you? It's a wild story but when we're done you might finally understand exactly what that word means. I know I do.
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... They also carry Sharpies in their messenger bags and aren't afraid to use them.

What? Just because I'm the Jr Deputy Accountant I can't be totally ridiculously squishy?

Oh please, it's not like I'm doing it for that asshat Bernanke.

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This is not breaking news.

XOXO live from San Francisco,
JDA

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One man bit off part of another man's finger when a health care reform demonstration turned violent.

William Rice said doctors did not reattach the bitten-off part of his left pinky after he got in the middle of a Southern California rally Wednesday night that he said was "very scary."

"I didn't go out to demonstrate my beliefs, I happened to be driving by and I stopped to ask people what their purpose was," Rice, 65, said in a telephone interview Thursday. "I had no signs, I was not part of the demonstration."

Adrienne Gonzalez
Chief Incendiary Officer
Jr Deputy Accountant
http://www.jrdeputyaccountant.com

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Here you go, ZB. Muahz!!!

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Jr Deputy Accountant says hello!

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Killed Regulation in San Jose today, now just have to get the boys ready for LA as we start FAR and REG down there next weekend and of course I need to get ready to send myself off to DC mid week.

I'll miss the city while I'm gone until we get somewhere over Colorado. By then I'll have forgotten the insanity of this place and frankly won't care.

For now, after 13 hours of CPA Review, time to run home and see what Ben Bernanke's been up to.

It.
Never.
Ends.

And frankly I need this little trip more than air at this point.

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If someone can put one on Ebay that would be great, thanks.

The jackets are really the only awesome part of the story, the rest of it is terribly bizarre.

AG

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