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My Life in Accounts Payable
After two years of college I had to drop out for financial reasons. I had stopped talking to my family, and needing loans to pay for school I had no one to cosign for them. Being wary of those bank loans I decided it better to drop out.
I went to a temp job and they placed me in an accounts payable position for a non-profit. Nine years later here I am still working in AP only now I’m a manager and have moved on from several companies.
My last job was with a manufacturer in the automotive parts industry. I started out as an AP clerk and got promoted to AP supervisor. A year before my end there they hired a new controller. He just received his MBA and thought he was hot shit.
One day he came to me asking if I would do some budget analysis. I declined since there was no offer of a raise. From that moment he started stripping control from me over my department, and I could sense my days were numbered.
But never did I imagine what would be the final blow. After the company holiday party, I found my job posted online. I quit right away and miraculously found my current job. Although I left without causing a stir, I had lots of ill wishes to them.
Within a year my replacement was fired for making personal purchases on the CFO’s credit card and the controller was forced to resign for misstating revenues on the fiscal year end reports.
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By the way, last year I saw the controller at a bookstore shopping. He saw me, looked down and tried to walk away. Not being one to cause a scene I yelled to him, “Hey! Fuck you asshole!”
I love karma.
AP Flowchart Photo courtesy Moi
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