Dear Sir,
My pleasantries to you. Since we have never really communicated besides across a wooden table I'd like you to know a few things.Firstly, to your great surprise and maybe horror let me inform you that I do not want to do this job. Yes, I do not want to.
I do it because a certain Institute of Chartered Accountants of India forces me to.
I do it because I don't want to be a dummy (pun intended).
I do it because I could do with the little extra cash besides my pocket money.
I'd rather be reading books, blogging all day or going out and meeting new people. I curse the day I decided to be a Chartered Accountant. I don't think I even decided, it just looked like the right and convenient thing to do. Now that I'm smarter and have tested the waters I wish I hadn't.Yet here I am.
Moving on, let me also tell you that I have a busy life and schedule, I wake up at 6am on a wintry morning with great displeasure and go to college. Everyday. Then when I think I'll go home and sleep, I am reminded that I have a lot of responsibilities now and I have to report to work at 10.30am sharp. I make my way to the railway station and catch the train like a ninja just to make sure I'm not late. Once at work I audit accounts, look at the same mundane and dull figures, and check the statutory compliance. What fun no? No.
Anyway every time I walk into office and you ask me why I look so tired, it bugs the hell out of me. Cause you see, I don't have a life, I'm running around all day, I barely sleep for 6 hours on an average and if you expect me to look like Miss Universe early in the morning you need to shut up.
Really. Shut up.
I really don't want to add to my miseries by thinking I look like an old hag all the time. Finally when I come back home or leave from work, I want to be free of stress and not receive work related mails. My working hours are 10 to 6. Period.
Your sense of humour is horrible and your jokes are not funny. I laugh only to please you. Oh wait, no I don't laugh. Cause they really are not funny. When you make snide remarks at my intelligence or inefficiency or the likes, I feel like putting my birth certificate up to your face and say I'm 19, I'm still new to this and I barely know anything. It is you who has to teach me.
My day, just so you know, does not end with work, it ends with evening class. Yeah, I'm sure it slipped your mind. I am still a student. I have classes to attend, studying to do and exams to give. I have a tough time maintaining the few friends that I have cause I barely see them. People wonder where I have disappeared and why I'm ignoring them. Loop Mobile has started calling me to ask why my number is so inactive lately. Really they do that, they are nice people.
This job has taken small talk out of my life, I have nothing to share about my day and oh wait, no one to share it with either. Who has the time to socialize. ? In the past 6 months, I have fallen ill 16 times, but I still work on such days as well so as to not go through the dreaded extension period. So when I ask for leave oblige and don't criticize, I must be close to death.
Just so you know, your fraternity cheated on me. They said everything would get okay after CPT, it will be easy. Then they said IPCC is the stepping stone. Then they said once you clear that you are through and life is all butterflies and ponies and articleship is a fun learning experience. I'm waiting for the fun to begin.
Where is the fun? Also I have a broken heart but guess what I don't even have the time to mourn. I wrote this letter to you over a week, I don't have enough time to write a letter in one go. Do you see what this is doing to me? If tomorrow's headlines read "Frustrated CA trainee kills her boss" don't think it couldn't happen to you.
Love
Me
