Ode to Busy Season 2011

So this busy season has been absolute hell.  Oh but I can hear you saying, “Athena, aren’t you an auditor? Yes?  Well of COURSE your busy season was hell.  You should know to expect as much after a few years in the profession!”  Well, yeah, but this year was more hellish than usual.  Without boring you with too much detail, our management decided that all of our jobs were copy+paste templates of each other and that they could rip established teams apart with reckless abandon to deal with staffing shortages.  Sorry, but a large, complex, multi-layered job is not the same as a little bitty job with 2 weeks of fieldwork and one week of wrap-up.  It can’t handle the same stress, and it is that much easier for everything to crash and burn.

Then I noticed that virtually every Evanescence song are so very applicable to the situation.  You don’t even have to change 85% of the lyrics, which I discovered when I decided that this busy season needed its own anthem. 

So, without further ado, I give you:

Ode to Busy Season 2011

(sung to the tune of Evanescence My Immortal, minimum recommended blood alchohol level of .12%, goth-style music video optional)

I’m so tired of being here
And still the end is nowhere near
And even when I leave
I can’t really just leave
You’re like a storm over my head
And you won’t leave me alone

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When I cried, ‘twas you who caused my tears
When I screamed, ‘twas you who caused my fears
I’ve been imprisoned all of these years
And you still have all of me.

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But by your light I’m
Burned and blinded
Workpapers haunt
My once-pleasant dreams
Review notes chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

When I cried, ‘twas you who caused my tears
When I screamed, ‘twas you who caused my fears
I’ve been imprisoned all of these years
And you still have all of me.

I’ve tried so hard to keep my head above the surface
My arms are so heavy; always been destined to drown ….