Honeskill

For background, my undergrad degree is not in accounting. I did a 1 year masters in accounting designed for people who wanted to switch into the field. My initial goal was not public accounting; I just didn’t want a career in my undergrad degree and I had loved the only introductory accounting course I had taken. However, all the opportunities and recruiting events for my program were public focused, and I ended up as staff in Big 4 tax.

It’s been about 2 months, and I already know this isn’t where I want to build my career. I don’t like the way workflow is structured, I don’t like the almost “on call” nature of the work where any time is considered a possible working time.

I have passed 2

In the end, no one was left to write it

But somehow, the animalistic scream reached us

I can connect any of my crimes to a patient when they’re questioning reality

I wake up already weary

Class starts early, job runs late

Try to feel something contrary

To my ever-looping fate

​

Try to feel a spark of hope

For a change, to be inspired

But apathy helps me to cope

All I feel right now is tired

​

Live by impulse to survive

Proceed because of how I’m wired

Wonder if I’m still alive

I’m just so fucking tired

​

In thoughts whispered under my breath

Defeatism manifest

Even if I’m granted death

Somehow I’ll still be robbed of rest

I wake up already weary

Class starts early, job runs late

Try to feel something contrary

To my ever-looping fate

​

Try to feel a spark of hope

For a change, to be inspired

But apathy helps me to cope

All I feel right now is tired

​

Live by impulse to survive

Proceed because of how I’m wired

Wonder if I’m still alive

I’m just so fucking tired

​

In thoughts whispered under my breath

Defeatism manifest

Even if I’m granted death

Somehow I’ll still be robbed of rest

​

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I wonder why Odysseus ran

Dragging weeping crew along

From the safety of the sand

Where lotus bloomed all the year long

What was it Odysseus feared

In the lotus-eater’s eye

Who seemed happy to those who neared

To eat and rest until they die

Content as they withered away

To rot in lotus’s sweet scent

Was it better to live that way

Than in misery’s remembrance

Perhaps Odysseus knew

That to die in happiness

Was granted only to a few

A death worth more than life with less

I wonder why Odysseus ran

Dragging weeping crew along

From the safety of the sand

Where lotus bloomed all the year long

What was it Odysseus feared

In the lotus-eater’s eye

Who seemed happy to those who neared

To eat and rest until they die

Content as they withered away

To rot in lotus’s sweet scent

Was it better to live that way

Than in misery’s remembrance

Perhaps Odysseus knew

That to die in happiness

Was granted only to a few

A death worth more than life with less

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I walk the beach, feel the sun Streaks in sand where children run Suddenly the clouds move in Sun is gone, crawling skin The ocean sings a mournful tone Suddenly I’m all alone Darkness rises from the sea Water rises to my knees It spins and twirls an evil dance The current pulls, I lose my stance I try to fight, to find a grip Through formless sand do my hands rip Now I’m under, floor is gone Deeper, deeper I am drawn Surrounded now in black vortex The waters of the river styx And in the middle, someone stands Figure decayed, scythe in hand Thunder above, the bell is rung Final drink now fills my lungs Try to struggle, try to yell The reaper reaches, grip of hell Darkness fades, turns to

I walk the beach, feel the sun Streaks in sand where children run Suddenly the clouds move in Sun is gone, crawling skin The ocean sings a mournful tone Suddenly I’m all alone Darkness rises from the sea Water rises to my knees It spins and twirls an evil dance The current pulls, I lose my stance I try to fight, to find a grip Through formless sand do my hands rip Now I’m under, floor is gone Deeper, deeper I am drawn Surrounded now in black vortex The waters of the river styx And in the middle, someone stands Figure decayed, scythe in hand Thunder above, the bell is rung Final drink now fills my lungs Try to struggle, try to yell The reaper reaches, grip of hell Darkness fades, turns to