accounting & finance

@mitsuji s. ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ "everything's kind of okay, kind of. i was just checking the records. some of the digital entries were dated wrongly, but it's no biggie," she leans back in her chair and points a thumb towards her cubicle, cheeks puffed out as she blew raspberry. she then chuckles nonchalantly and intertwines her hands together, resting them on her lap as she spoke. "i just heard you literally stabbing your keyboard, so i wanted to check up on you and you know, make sure you don't set this place on fuego."

@ursula c. ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ he turned to her with a lethargic look in his eye and responded with a defeated sigh. "just headed to the restroom," he replied but lingered for a few seconds, as he didn't really need to piss so badly. "what are you up to?" he asked, not out of care, but in attempt to push the need for 80 hour salary weeks to fix the problems he had just discovered, "everything looking okay on your side?"

@mitsuji s. ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᶦⁿᵍ ursula swirls around on her chair as she flips through a thick black binder. the loud clicking sound coming from the next cubicle honestly annoys her, but she made no move to ask him to stop. she understands his feelings; when all the numbers are wrong and the entries are all messed up, no human can escape the frustration from exploding within. ursula continues to listen to the intense clicking from the next cubicle for a few more seconds before she plops the binder back on her desk, pushing her chair out of her own cubicle when suddenly the clicking sound stopped. just then, she saw him walking away from his cubicle, looking like a boneless chicken without a soul, so she called after him. "oy, muchacho. where're you headed?"

sen clicked furiously from spreadsheet to spreadsheet. there were so many errors. so. many. errors. how did these errors come to be? who let these errors slide? his fingers pulled on his hair in a stressed fit. this department needed major revamping -- just how did he let himself get hired into this company? he sighed, his face buried in his hands. "what a nightmare," he whispered under his breath as he locked his desktop and lifelessly walked away from his cubicle to the bathroom to see if he could piss away his problems.