Upon graduation, every accountant not only receives a parchment symbolizing commitment to a life of diminishing eyesight, but also his/her own personal candy bowl! Acceptance of the bowl is a contract entered into in which the accountant promises to maintain a certain daily chocolate level that will ensure maximum expansion of your bottom over the span of your career.
Here on the Island, we Financial Accountants share our floor with two other accounting clans – here is the candy bowl to butt ratio (estimated) of each group:
Financial Accountants 1:1
Tax Accountants 1:1.5
AP Clerks 2:2
We Islanders also supplement our candy bowl diets with birthday breakfasts. Deranged Assistant is in charge of maintaining the annual calendars, published for all to see and be alerted to various agings of various beancounters. Should your name be on the calendar, you will walk in on your birthday morning to a cube teeming with baked goods. Then, the rest of the day you are forced to receive guests proffering forth phony wishes in order to get fed. Then, once the grazing has been deemed sufficient by the Tribal Elders, you get the pleasure of marching all the leftovers into the big kitchen for the rest of the company vultures to feed off from. It is very Serengeti.
Finally, there are monthly luncheons in the chairs from hell. All accounting clans march through a buffet trough and then squeeze into tiny tables that could comfortably seat six, but in this case bulge with ten of our ample rumps. The chairs can only be likened to a praying mantis or sea anemone, because it detects human backside, it clamps on for dear life. Should you attempt to escape the iron maiden chair it usually will accompany you. I’ve chosen this moment to give visual aids a try!
Pre-ass chair of death:
Chair of death with victim firmly in its clutches:
It is at this time that I realize I should have included a warning disclaimer about the violent content of this post – my sincerest apologies. This victim did eventually escape and is alive and well in her cube. Also, no accountants were hurt in the filming of the event.


April 1, 2010 at 5:47 pm
*tears of laughter* that is so freakin hilarious! i love your blog! i have witnessed, in my own cube jungle, the phony wishes and fake conversation and then the suprised, “oh! i didn’t even realize you had 3 dozen donuts on your desk! may i have one?”
April 1, 2010 at 6:40 pm
HAHAHAHA! You are too funny!
I HATE birthdays at work. My last one they bought me a huge cake. Nice? Maybe so… But mind you I am SEVERELY allergic to almost every ingredient in cake. I found out when they were singing happy birthday. And I left work right before and didn’t come back the rest of the day.
April 1, 2010 at 10:49 pm
Holy chair-muffin tops, Batman! I am a fan of the visual aids, you nailed the Crying-Chair-screaming-for-help-landing perfectly.
Love the well written blog- helps me enjoy someone else’s pain for once.
April 2, 2010 at 4:11 pm
omg – and as a bonus feature check out the ass on the left! I didn’t see it earlier, but it is perfectly squished out of the chair so much it resembles an enormous water ballon on the brink of bursting
April 2, 2010 at 6:45 am
This post was hilarious! On our floor, there is generally a food free for all if someone brings something in. It is placed on top of the shredder box and it’s like calling a pack of wild animals. They will all swarm around, complain about the fact they will get fat (and yet never turn anything down when offered) and they they will scurry back to their desks and eat their “kill”.
April 2, 2010 at 10:35 pm
Holy crow! We had a birthday today, AND hot cross buns, AND cookies from Holland. The whole office was on sugar overload.
Love the chair capture!
April 5, 2010 at 1:14 pm
HAhahahah, I knew I could count on you for a good laugh!
April 5, 2010 at 8:35 pm
Aww, this almost makes my ass miss accounting.
Almost.