Friday, September 22, 2006
and I'm an accountant.
I work for a big ensurance company in Glasgow, Scotland.
I didn't really choose this job. To be perfectly honest, it rather chose me. I don't particular enjoy acccounting, as I don't think there's anything particularly enjoyable about it. Did you ever meet someone who went "Hooraaaaay, numbers! Let me add them, let me subtract them and divide them and multiply them!" ... Well ... you probably did. But my point is, I am not one of those. It's just that I don't mind doing numbers and additions and substractions and the like.
Oh, darn, I should probably tell you a little more about myself before I go on blethering about my attitude towards numbers. I'm not very good at this narrative thing. Never was. I tend to start somewhere in the middle and then get all confused by trying to pick up the threads I should have organized before I started the story in the first place. I used to get bad grades in English in High School ... anyway.
My name is Charles Peter Erdman, most of which you already know if you have read the heading. My mistake, it's this narrative thing again. I'm 34 years old, going on 35, I live in a draughty but charming flat in Pollockshiels, Glasgow, I have a lovely Wife called Irene, a three year old son called Kyle and an impressive collection of pebbles I picked up on the beaches of Scotland. That's about all there is to know about me.
That and the fact that there's an imp in my fridge.
I didn't really choose this job. To be perfectly honest, it rather chose me. I don't particular enjoy acccounting, as I don't think there's anything particularly enjoyable about it. Did you ever meet someone who went "Hooraaaaay, numbers! Let me add them, let me subtract them and divide them and multiply them!" ... Well ... you probably did. But my point is, I am not one of those. It's just that I don't mind doing numbers and additions and substractions and the like.
Oh, darn, I should probably tell you a little more about myself before I go on blethering about my attitude towards numbers. I'm not very good at this narrative thing. Never was. I tend to start somewhere in the middle and then get all confused by trying to pick up the threads I should have organized before I started the story in the first place. I used to get bad grades in English in High School ... anyway.
My name is Charles Peter Erdman, most of which you already know if you have read the heading. My mistake, it's this narrative thing again. I'm 34 years old, going on 35, I live in a draughty but charming flat in Pollockshiels, Glasgow, I have a lovely Wife called Irene, a three year old son called Kyle and an impressive collection of pebbles I picked up on the beaches of Scotland. That's about all there is to know about me.
That and the fact that there's an imp in my fridge.
