TheBanyanTree: Living On The Edge

[Monique Colver]

Despite my current occupation, I’m a daredevil at heart. Accountants get a
lot of bad press, and I’m not sure why. After all, engaging in mortal combat
with the IRS isn’t for the faint of heart, is it?

But it’s more than that. It’s a reckless disregard for my personal safety, a
willingness to go right to the edge of propriety, a longing for just a bit
of almost danger, all while avoiding the IRS because we’re not, y’know,
besties or anything.


Today I outdid myself, and I removed all the privacy settings on my Facebook
account. I KNOW! I’m courting disaster and I feel all energized!


Since that worked so well for me (though there hasn’t been time yet for my
new settings to put me in danger, though I’m sure by nightfall I’ll be
totally sorry), I’m also going out to lunch without a knee brace or a
patella strap. It’s all about living on the edge, though being unable to get
either of those on underneath my jeans helps.


I’m considering having a milkshake on my way home. A totally milk-based
product! If that’s not living on the edge, I don’t know what is. (And I’m
not just referring to the edge of the toilet seat that’s probably in my
future, if I should carry out this plan.)


I may leave my driver’s license at home today. How’s that for potential
danger? What if I get pulled over for going 25 in a 45 zone? “License and
registration,” the mean cop will say, and I’ll come back with, “Ha! Left my
license at home! Now what are you going to do?” I really have no idea. I’ve
never done anything as dangerous as this.


I’m just getting started here. I could write myself a really large check,
more than I have in my account, and deposit it into another account, hoping
I get more checks in the mail today! Well, wait, that’s a little too
daredevilish even for me, so we’ll skip that one.


How about this one? I’m not going to floss tonight. Nope. No flossing
tonight. Am I courting potential tooth decay and loss of teeth? YES!


I’ll check in later and let you know how it went. If I end up in jail, I’ll
be calling for bail money.


Monique