Here's a day to celebrate the luck of the Irish, and I am anything but. We already know that I'm not Irish, but to be clear I mean that I am anything but lucky. I got the best email yesterday. The subject was "PACE audit". Reading that subject line did not give me warm fuzzy feelings. Here's a bit of the email: "You don’t have to do anything to get ready for me. We’ll just discuss what I want to look at when I get there. Thanks for your help. See you tomorrow." So bright and friendly, yet my heart sank to read it anyhow. It's not that I'm worried about discrepancies in accounting, or a lack of records kept. I just know that I'm still getting the hang of all this and records from earlier in the year especially are going to reflect that. Also, anytime I'm being checked or tested, I'm bound to experience a few feelings that are less than pleasant.
Here are 10 feelings I experienced concerning being audited. You my notice that some of them are consistent with the 5 stages of grief:
1. Shock - what the what? What is this?
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2. Horror - *scared speechless*
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3. Denial - this can't be happening. This is not happening.
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4. Anger - who is this woman anyway?!
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5. Sadness - why is this happening to me? *sob sob*
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6. Depression - well, my life is obviously over. So very over.
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7. Determination - maybe I can fix this . . . or something
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8. Defeat - it's all too much. I've lost.
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9. Anxiety - I guess it's time to face the music
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10. Relief - it's over? I'm free? *sigh of relief*
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