The Uncertified Accountant

Hehe.

I decided to make the most of my semi-depressed state and wrote more. Because I felt like it.

An uncertified accountant.

She spends every heartbeat of everyday calculating. Her job is undervalued for one does not often realize the level of difficulty in measuring something relative. Sounds like simple maths, sure, but with complicated figures.

Numbers are constantly whirring in her mind. Her time is spent balancing both sides of the relationship equation. She accounts for every action and expression, keeps records of every give and take. Oh and she loves calculus. Who doesn't love solving the limits of generosity? Of selfishness? All the better of the limit doesn't even exist.

Her job is to cut losses, make profit but it is of utmost importance to stay detached and focused. A single error, the tiniest mistake and the answer the wrong. There are no generous half-marks given, no second chances, not here. Once the red mark is written on paper, it's there to stay.

And so she works, strives, has to ensure a flawless equilibrium is reached. It's her purpose in life. Only, the equilibrium is undefined. What then?

This is what methods 3/4 has done to me. ><

Erica