Itís a fine line I walk, trying to get out of doing as much work as possible. When the Boss asks me to read the fine print of legal boilerplate, I reluctantly (and I let him just how reluctantly) agree, but I remind him that Iím a ďnumbers person.Ē When he asks for financial reports, I remind him that Iím not an accountant, just a guy who knows a little arithmetic and has taken a couple of bookkeeping classes.
Hereís the problem. Both long pages of text and long columns of numbers make my eyes glaze over. I can handle both, but doing so sucks all the remaining joy out of my existence, to the point that I end up banging my head (or at least my fist) on the desk. If the Boss is willing to accept my ill-informed opinion on the legal language, or a half-assed stab at an accounting report, Iím willing to give it to him. Once he sees the result, itís usually a long time before he asks again.