Yes, I’m a CPA. Got the framed certificate and everything. No, I don’t do taxes. It’s a clear strategic and practical decision that I made when I started my practice. Like Tevye says “Sounds, crazy, no?”
Sorry to interrupt your summer. BUT … December 31st is coming. And this year, it’s not just New Year’s Eve. It’s the CEBA loan repayment due date (if you took…
Everyone’s talking about AI. And some people are saying that accountants and bookkeepers should be terrified of AI. 5 years or so ago….Intuit’s QBO and other cloud-based accounting software introduced what they called “Artificial Intelligence” (AI) into their software. The gurus and thought leaders in my industry freaked out.
“I can’t believe they said that”, Gail said. “That’s just so wrong!”. We were in the car, headed for Walmart to pick up some ice cream for Gail’s birthday cake. Earlier that day I had read an email. I was gobsmacked when I got to the end.
“Secret Agent Man, Secret Agent Man They've given you a number and taken away your name” That song kept on rolling around in my head as I sat down to write. Want to know why?
“I feel like such a phony! A total imposter!”, she cried. “And it’s so scary and frustrating!’ If my eyebrows could’ve gone any higher, they’d be above my hairline. I looked like an anime character having a freakout. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard something like that (and not the last) but never with such passion.
“Oy! I ache all over”, I said to myself. Of course, that was after shovelling 25cm+ of snow off my driveway last week.
“Should I start boiling the water for the pasta?” I shouted. (I was helping Gail make dinner and I was in the kitchen and she was upstairs). “Yes”, she said. I turned the burner on. But I didn’t check to see if there was any water in the pot.
“Do you ever get bored listening to that?” I was lying on my side in a cool darkened room while the echocardiogram technician was running the wand over my chest. Every once in a while, she’d hit a button and I’d hear the sounds of the blood pumping through the chambers of my hear
I was running late that morning. Bolted down my breakfast. Loaded up my lunch bag. Grabbed my briefcase and I was out the door and into my car. Zipped over to the 407 and started my 45-minute trip to wilds of Caledon for my bi-weekly appointment with my client.