At Bourke Accounting, I am often accused of leaning towards the “dark side.” While my co-workers are now dressed in summery pastels and floral prints, I’m still favoring mostly black. Bookkeeper Mary regales us with funny stories about her grandchildren; I wonder aloud if the bubonic squirrel found in Colorado is a harbinger of the… Read More

After this long weekend, my Bourke Accounting co-workers and I kind of creaked back into the office. We like our work, but for three lovely days, we enjoyed no employment responsibilities. I will be the first to admit that getting back into the work mindset takes a bit of acclimation. Also, while some of us… Read More

I am currently sitting in my little corner of Bourke Accounting. The air conditioner is humming its peaceful white noise from somewhere above me and I’ve just put my sweater on. It’s hot and muggy outside, off and on thunderstorms. My little corner is well-decorated. It smells clean and, sort of, like scented Kleenex. If… Read More

Bourke Accounting doesn’t believe in body shaming. This is not because Bourke employers fear lawsuits; this is because body shaming is cruel, infantile and inappropriate. In addition, my Bourke boss, Bill, understands that a hostile work environment inevitably leads to a decrease in work production. While Bill might be a decent fella, the bottom line… Read More

Sick days are no fun (legitimate ones, anyway): moping around the house, feeling awful and, maybe for extra happy awesome time, spending a few hours in the doctor’s office. And then there’s the added bonuses of lost money and guilt for having co-workers take up the slack. Sick days are no fun. If you think… Read More

On an average Bourke Accounting workday, I’m up by 4:30 AM. I don’t leave the house until 7:30, but I like drawn-out, non-rushed mornings. I sit on my back porch, drink coffee (I just bought some nice chicory) look at the moon, plan out my day and, um, yeah, smoke cigarettes. I know, I know,… Read More

When I first moved to Louisville – before Bourke Accounting had the pleasure of meeting me – I watched a National Geographic documentary. It was called “Know Your State” or something like that. When the commentator discussed Kentucky, he extolled the virtues of bluegrass, rich traditions, etc. Almost as an aside, he mentioned that Kentucky’s… Read More

You’re walking down a deserted street. The streetlamps above you flicker, throwing the world into stark relief before plunging you into darkness. You’re 2,000 light years from home. A shadowy figure appears in front of you. He has been waiting for you. “You got the money?” he asks, his voice confident, but his eyes wary… Read More