I've about had enough of CASB for the summer. I'm up to week 9 out of 10, though each week is only 4 or 5 days long, so they can compress the course into just July and August. I prefer financial accounting; this course is too much management accounting for me. I want to dig in my garden, go to the beach, read a book on my deck. Anything but describe the function and objectives of an audit committee to an imaginary colleague.
Ah well, I'm home for the summer, can't complain too much. If only I didn't have the study part of study leave, life would be grand. I love being home with the girls - makes me wonder some days why I went back to work. But then of course, if I didn't have CASB filling my time, I'd likely be dead bored a lot of the time. The extra money's awfully nice too.
Poor Mag had her stitches out today. She cried and cried - the first time through all of this she hasn't been brave. The only other time she's cried, really, is when she was told she'd have to sleep over in the hospital. I don't know whether it was the sight of the incision or the crying and carrying on, but after the stitches were out I had to sit down and put my head between my legs. Ask my parents about the times I had stitches, you'll understand why I don't come from a long line of doctors.
All right, enough break. Back to what the auditor should be telling the audit committee. Dear, dear Cynthia (the imaginary colleague) doesn't know she's being taken for a ride by her auditor and her CEO.