You were happily doing financial statements when your coworker leaves to go work someplace else- And really it’s okay that he leaves because when he does you both realize that you are in love and end up living together, in blissful harmony only occasionally fighting about shepherds pie. You get to do payroll which is okay- but is a full time gig so someone is hired to do the work- some of it that you were doing.
So you’ve sold some of the payroll, so you have a few hours a week to do other things, so you go to do some financial statements only to find that the person who was hired to do your job a year and a half ago has botched the job. So you have to call and request that the client bring back all the stuff from 2006- and the first part of 2007, back to you. And she is understandably pissed. AT YOU. Because somehow its all your fault. And you are not happy and feel like quiting because you worked all weekend on this shit. Gee. Thanks for paying attention and noticing things were off. Because you could have faked it- but would that have been right?
And this is at least one of the reasons you hate Mondays.
