I don't imagine that too many people have given much thought to how Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton would fit into the accounting profession, but Peter Reilly did and I'm grateful:
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, I was a 21-year-old intern ready to conquer the world. I marched into my internship feeling confident and excited to start my career in public accounting.
It's pretty simple.
If you're a fan of accounting nostalgia, I recommend the semi-regular anecdotes from WithumSmith+Brown partner emeritus Ed Mendlowitz.
I’ve touched on offshoring in a couple of my previous articles, and it seems to have gotten some attention.
As a follow up from my first post “The End Is Nigh: Prepare Yourselves for the Accountapocalypse,” I thought I’d present my interpretation on Porter’s Five Forces applied to the accounting profession.
The accounting profession is in a weird place. Maybe that’s too polite; the profession is in a demonstrably fucked up place. This is obvious to some people, not so obvious to others.
The culture in most public accounting firms shape us to aspire to partner level. There may as well be shinin’ disco lights spelling out "PARTNER" plastered above our dismal hotel cube farms.
At the firm where I used to work, there was a partner, let’s call him Shane, who was a goddamn rock star.
Jump for joy, it's time for the Vault Accounting 50, people.