>CPE — Continuing Professional Education, for those not up on acronyms, is the current bane of my existence. I’m subject to 40 hours of it a year. 8 of those hours must be in “Accounting and Auditing” or A&A, which in Accountantspeak means mostly auditing. I don’t do auditing; it’s a good way to get yourself sued, thanks to our friends at Arthur Andersen, Enron, and WorldCom (not that I’m bitter or anything).
So how boring is 8 hours of A&A?
All it needs is the toe. The foot was completed during a particularly tedious session dealing with the finance of family business. The gentleman teaching it was trying to assign a quantitative value to the happiness derived by the family by working in the family business to calculate a rate of return on the capital of the business. (Either your eyes are now glazing over or you’re going “huh?”.)
Last week I attended an advanced tax class on pass through entities. You may now yawn, although I did find it more interesting than the A&A credit. Nevertheless, I worked on this:
It’s the first of the Barker’s Dozen ornaments from Pocket Full of Stitches, “A Papillon with a Package”. No, I didn’t finish all of it during the class, but I did stitch all of the package and the dog, and I got a good bit of the background done, all the while shocking the teacher by actually paying attention to what he was saying and asking questions he really couldn’t answer. That’s what gripes me about most CPE. It’s all theoretical with very few practical applications.
Lest you think I’ve abandoned the wiener dogs with the canvas above, rest assured that they appear in the 11th month. 🙂
In other news, I’ve cried “uncle” and hired a professional organizer to help me with my craft room. (Actually, this was after I sat down in the hall outside of my craft room and actually cried because I couldn’t find my stuff). Her name is Jenn Hanna, and the woman is wonderful! It’s a long process, but it’s kinda kewl because I’m finding stuff I had forgotten I had, and stuff that is so very close to finishing that it’s really just a shame I put it down (like that Halloween piece we found this morning that had everything but the spider band stitched — it will now be finished sans arachnids. I understand God had His reasons for spiders, but I am not a fan of them. Actually complete screaming fear of them is more like it. While rationally I realize I’m thousands of times their size, I know they’re out to get me. Really. They’re plotting. Crafty devils. And some of them can actually kill you.).