When I started at Stimson Co. they were still doing much of their

bookkeeping

on paper. Literal paper, with pen, and I don't say that as a knock on

excel

or anything, they were literally writing down numbers using ink pen onto pieces of paper. Granted they used those 

carbon copy

sheets so they would have at least two copies of everything.

Everybody's had some data scare where they either lost some data on a computer or in their physical filing cabinets, but we never did. I guess we were kind of lucky in that manner.

Still, things were damn slow. Each quarter when we had to file

taxes

, it'd be a whole week's ordeal for the

accountant

Jack Lemon. One night we went out for a

beer

. It had been one of these tax filing weeks and the guy looked stressed in the most boring type of way. Not the kind of stress that comes with excitement, but the plain old beaten down middle aged man type.

"My job sucks," he said plain as day. Didn't know what to else to say to him so I bought him another beer and we cracked open more

peanuts

and threw the shells on the floor.