I had the misfortune of spending an afternoon surrounded by accountants.
What... you want more than that?
OK OK. Despite the, so far, delightful Taxman of Miss Pear, accountants are a breed of person that most can do without - myself included. Do my tax for me - but then very kindly go away and back to the hole you crawled out of. Following my annual work Performance Appraisal, our business manager (a.k.a. accountant with an ego) supplied me with information on a few Personal Development courses that were being run through the CPA (a.k.a. geek organisation for accountants). In the interest of both feigning some interest in personal development, and keeping my job, I signed up for a couple of these classes.
This afternoon's topic was Strategies in Time Management. I will not bore you with any of the gruesome details. Suffice to say that there goes three hours that I will never get back again. But I digress.
As part of the session, the speaker asked us to score (out of 10) many aspects of our lives (eg emotional, career, financial, fitness, education). In addition, she asked us to write a short sentence about each of these areas. I think I wrote something inane like, "Fitness: Not at my ideal physical fitness". After a few minutes of this, I completed my comments and scores, and stared around the room disinterestedly, when my eye happened to rest upon the comment that the gentleman beside me had put beside his emotional state.
He wrote quite simply, "Emotional: Content with wife".
There is no way that I cannot find his comment insensitive, and insulting to his (hopefully) beloved bride. Then again, I am an overtly emotional creature and have trouble coping if there are not daily protestations of love and emotion.
So, tell me... am I being too hard on this fellow? Or, does his being an accountant put me off the hook this time?