I hate my job; I spend all of my day fooling with financial projections, and when I don’t get everything done that I’m supposed to, my boss hassles me and makes me feel like I’m a failure. Dammit, it’s just no fun at all.
Did I mention lately that it’s my own company and I’m my own boss? Yeah, that’s how it is. It’s tough when there’s work you don’t really enjoy doing (hey, if I truly loved balance sheets, I’d have gotten a job as an I-banker). But it’s all got a good reason for getting done — otherwise I wouldn’t do it. Now that is one benefit of being in charge, I only do what’s worth doing.
So what’s worth doing is getting my financials forecasted out to the highest possible level of detail. I actually rather enjoy putting together the “cash flow statement”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Statement_of_cash_flows, because that’s where the rubber really meets the road: it answers the question “can we cover our expenses this month?” The “income statement”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Income_statement is moderately handy, because at least it tells me if we’re making a profit or not. But the “balance sheet”:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balance_sheet? Well, that’s great if you’re doing strategic planning or valuation for a large corporation, but of less value if you’re asking whether or not you can stay alive another week.
So, yeah, I’m bored of my work, but that’s good, because I left the boring stuff for last. So that means I must be almost done, and, if I’m almost done, then things must be about ready to happen. And that’s exciting, ’cause I’d like to be actually, ya know, _doing something_. And my own company is agreat place for that to happen.
Anyway, it’s either that or move to Vietnam. For the food, you know, and the women, and the colors.