I understand why people do this. You open your bank account. There is money in it. Excellent. The business is doing great. Except...maybe. Your bank balance is basically the business equivalent of looking in your refrigerator and deciding you have plenty of food because there are seventeen containers in there. Some of those containers are leftovers. One belongs to your kid (not even sure it's food tbh). Three are giant tubs of sour cream (don't ask) And something in the back

I like things organized. Like, really organized. Give me a mess, a system that makes absolutely no sense, or a problem nobody can quite figure out, and I am probably going to want to fix it, or at least narrow it down to plausible possibilities. Which makes bookkeeping a pretty reasonable career choice. But here's the the weird thing: Your books don't actually have to be pretty. Businesses are messy. Someone uses the wrong card. A receipt disappears into the abyss. A vendor g

I am terrible at guessing games. Not regular terrible. Impressively terrible. Give me a game of Headbanz and everyone else will have figured out giraffe in six questions while I'm still asking things like, "Does it have teeth? Does it live in the United States? Could I reasonably keep one in my house?" Amazon packages aren't much better I'll pick one up off the front steps and try my darndest to remember what the heck I ordered. Underwear? Door stoppers? Winter gloves? Absol

Have you ever licked rocks to determine whether or not they taste like salt? Well, I have. I mean, not really, but I was told that was a legit strategy. In college geology, we were taught that one way to identify salt was to taste it. Salt tastes like salt. Seems reasonable. Except here's the problem: when you've been outside handling rocks for three hours, everything tastes like salt. I'm no geologist, but I feel like there's a better way. Which brings me, somehow, to bookke