#accounting discrepancy

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Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade: Challenges and Excitement Amid Financial Issues

Thanksgiving Preparations: Macy’s in the Spotlight Good morning. It’s Wednesday, and as we gear up for the much-anticipated Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, we have some insights into the challenges Macy’s is currently facing. Beyond the forecasted rain, there are significant issues that the retail giant must contend with as the holiday season approaches. While the National Weather Service…

[olsmad-illo]

“Just like a child, all your best moves first… You aren’t completed, are you?”

[y-rhywbeth2]

Vel: "Balthazar - I heard of a monk by that name once. He died a long time ago." Balthazar: "Oh, him? Yes, I decided to take his name for myself after taking his rib bones. Suits me better, I think."

Considering that Balthazar knows who Durge is, I wonder if he's familiar with how offended they get when other people start defiling their siblings' corpses? Bhaal's property should go in his temples, where it belongs. Are you doing this on purpose, sir?

Also what kind of undead is he anyway, a lich?

[repressedgaymer]

im reading a good portion of the hunter davies biography tonight, (thank u book club) and there is such an interesting theme running underneath the actual biography... fantasy vs. reality. what is perceived by someone vs what is perceived by another. the unreliability of a narrator who Has A Story to Tell.

[idiotsonlyevent]

im sorry but i really do think all of the 'yuri is better than yaoi,' 'yaoi is eating from a garbage can and yuri is a michelin star meal,' 'this would be better if its yuri' ... 'jokes' have 100% allowed actual homophobes to exist, and in some cases even thrive, in fandoms

[chinzhilla-main]

sometimes i think maybe it's just me whose artsy gifsets don't get reblogged and then i scroll through my dash hoping for inspo and there's zero lol

[fxllingout]

actually crazy finding random ass blogs you dont know exist have you blocked like its not bad im just always so intrigued, i want to know so badly what made them do it

[iggyfing]

oooouuuooooaaagh << head full of linguistics headcanons

[frostbitebakery]

Music: Reproduction instrumental by Hiérophante

The music grinds in between his ears, strobe lights putting too much emphasis on the bodies moving around him, against him, moving him with them. The Senator’s eyes haven’t left him since he started making his way over in the too-short-everywhere clothes.

He wants a drink, fluffy pajamas, and for this night to be over already.

The club is in the lower levels of Coruscant. No place for a Senator to be seen without causing rumors that may help under calculated circumstances.

The crowd parts around him as he walks to the booth. The music changes minimally, still thumping against him. Spice is offered to him on a pierced tongue and he politely declines.

The seats are cushy as he sinks into them, boots propped up on the edge of the table to give off the wrong impression of his spread legs. And conveniently hiding his hands from view in the process.

“Finally.”

Obi-Wan lowers his lashes, head turned invitingly while he signs. “Hello, Bail. Thank you for coming here.”

Bail leans against him, eyes darting to his hands - Obi-Wan’s crotch for everyone around them. He taps quickly “Thank you for coming”, urgency too apparent in the set of his shoulders, while he says, “Breha misses you.”

Obi-Wan sinks lower. “Breha misses my soup dumplings.”

It’s enough to make Bail laugh and relax the slightest bit.

His friend whispers sweet nothings to him for everyone who’s definitely listening in. Obi-Wan hadn’t wanted to tarnish the Organa reputation but this is too important. Bail and Breha agree. For certain subjects in certain circles they need to seem more… approachable. A penchant for less than stellar establishments is just one way to achieve that.

Funds had been vanishing from under the Senate’s nose and no one high up enough to investigate seemed to be bothered by the dwindling capital.

“He’s funneling the credits through bogus companies,” Bail taps out with shaking fingers on Obi-Wan’s hip. “A lot of them.”

“Where does the money go?” he asks and gets a good look at Bail’s face when a strobe light dances over them. “You’re afraid. Hide.”

Bail nuzzles into the side of his neck, staccato breath churning Obi-Wan’s guts. If Bail is this rattled…

“Banking Clan,” the code goes, drumming into his revolting stomach. “Serenno.”

Obi-Wan stops breathing.

The Chancellor is funding the enemy.

Part 1

Part 2

“We’re losing him!”

“Hold on, Obi-Wan. It’s not your time yet.”

“The infection is eating through the thyroid.”

“Stabilize him!”

“It’ll be alright, little one, don’t cry. Just squeeze my hand.”

“It’s attacking the mandible and sternum. Move, move!”

“It’s going to be alright.”

“Save what you can!”

“Hold on, Obi-Wan. Listen to the Force.”

The tears on Master Qui-Gon’s face looked strange. He had seen him cry before but never over him. It hurt to move his mouth, hurt even more to speak. Hurt— hurt a lot to speak. He wasn’t sure he was actually saying anything. But he tried because Master Qui-Gon looked devastated and Obi-Wan already had broken his heart by choosing to become a Shadow as soon as his return to the Temple was permanent. “The Force is with—“

Obi-Wan opens his eyes. Makes sure the mask is in place.

The rain still hasn’t ceased its steady downpour. He pulls Mace’s robe tight around himself. His own robe, seldom as he uses it, might have been lost on the battlefield where he had dropped it, but semantics. Mace’s spare robe squelches.

Obi-Wan will never be dry again.

Wings snap back into armored plates as the hyperjets power down, and Obi-Wan takes a bit of pleasure watching Cody land silently despite the mass of the clone armor.

“The siege is going well,” Cody says, tapping one of multiple antenna links on his helmet. Obi-Wan smiles under the mask. Quin and Bant have accused him many a times of having weird preferences, but the professionalism and calm control Cody so casually exudes is very, very attractive. The news makes him even more attractive. “Shouldn’t take longer than three months,” Cody continues, optimism apparent even with the vocoder.

Any kind of attraction spurning on Obi-Wan’s wet, frozen body drowns in the rain rather pityfully. “Three months,” he repeats in tap code where he’s gripping the robe.

The helmet turns to him fully. “Yes. It’s going really well.”

Obi-Wan strengthens his resolve to leech off any warmth Cody possesses when they crawl into bed after their shift.

.

“You can’t ever steal my voice,” Cody repeats in a murmur, fingertip stroking over the words on Obi-Wan’s forearm. He looks up to find blue eyes watching him over the mask. “Is that your sense of humor or your defiance speaking?”

The hand where he started tracing the letters moves back and forth, undecided. A little bit of both, then, Cody guesses.

The hand is retracted, flows so naturally into sign language. “Many tried.”

“Tried to steal your voice?” At Obi-Wan’s nod, Cody shuffles up the bed, re-categorizing the scars he’s seen. “No one was ever successful, I’m guessing.”

“Many broken bones on both sides,” is signed with a careless shrug before Obi-Wan turns serious, determination and the even more familiar defiance spinning Cody close. “I will only ever be silent of my own choosing.”

[townpostin]

Jamshedpur Residents Protest Unfair Electricity Billing

MLA Mangal Kalindi Joins Demonstration Against Irregular Meter Readings East Ghorabandha Panchayat locals voice concerns over arbitrary power bills, prompting officials to pledge corrective measures and improved meter reading practices. JAMSHEDPUR – Residents from East Ghorabandha Panchayat area took their grievances to the streets, demonstrating at the Executive Engineer’s office in…

[laejoh]

In 1986, Cliff Stoll’s boss at Lawrence Berkeley National Labs tasked him with getting to the bottom of a 75-cent accounting discrepancy in the lab’s computer network, which was rented out to remote users by the minute. Stoll, 36, investigated the source of that minuscule anomaly, pulling on it like a loose thread until it led to a shocking culprit: a hacker in the system.

[gayferrari]

my two cents if you care for a dissenting opinion: I'm more inclined to believe that data came up during debrief that made him reconsider what he could've done differently during quali, and after having driven an amazing race where he nevertheless finished P5, that's absolutely on his mind. He's a perfectionist. He's thinking "what if".

fwiw, tyre blankets are Pirelli made. If those had malfunctioned (*) why not admit it? I also struggle to believe that... like, Charles isn't a puppet. He's PR trained but he makes his opinion known. He didn't do a video after a bad quali because he presumably was busy with said debrief or was in a shit mood and didn't want to.

Again, ignore me if this take is unwelcome! But I think Charles has more agency than that and I think it does him a disservice to argue that he couldn't have changed his opinion without a gun to his head

(*) journalists yesterday reported that the tyre blankets were in fact working. this 1) is coming from sources close to Ferrari so if you're skeptical it probably won't do much for you but 2) said blankets are, again, third party equipment. I can't think of a reason to go out of their way to say they were working when they weren't. And if they were covering up an internal team fuck up, they could use less commital language and fewer details instead of specifically mentioning the blankets

Charles going back on what he said after qualifying in every single interview after the race and even in the post race video, making sure to say it was HIS fault and not anyone else’s is very strange to me. Is this why they didn’t let him make a video after qualifying? What did Sylvia do to him? All he said was that the tyre blankets were not working. Why did they make sure he said it was his fault in all the post race interviews?

[paigina]

And while I’m talking about public education,

In my district alone, in the past 3 years, we’ve weathered online and hybrid learning, three different principals in my school alone, a fucking teacher being MURDERED, a district-wide lockdown on the last day of school, and now a $1.2million budget cut.

Meanwhile the admin keeps making more money as they do everything they can to use as few teachers to do as many jobs as possible.

This is the reality, this is why teachers are leaving.

Why would I stay in a job where I’m underpaid, overworked, my coworkers are being killed, and the people that are supposed to be advocating for me are telling me my problems don’t matter?

And, honestly, don’t say for the kids. I miss my students dearly, and it’s only been a month. I am going to sob when the school year starts and I’m not there to welcome them.

But I can’t stay, not when I used to be calm and kind and patient, and now I’m grouchy, mean, and cold.

And not when I know the next year will just be worse.

[ice-devourer]

i’m highlighting and taking notes listening to ‘from eden’ and silent scream into my palms whenever the ‘i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door’ lyric comes on.

[nightpool]

If you are an auditor, and you call up the chief financial officer of the company you are auditing and ask “hey when is a convenient time for me to come to your office to review the books,” and he replies “no, no office, parking lot,” and you say “okay I’ll drive to your office and you’ll come down—” and he says “oh no, not our parking lot, a different parking lot,” and you meet him in a parking lot 40 miles from his office, and he hands you printouts of the financial statements and drives away, how should you begin your audit? Which of the financial statements is most likely to contain red flags or discrepancies to be addressed? I feel like the answer is “the parking lot”? If I were auditing those financial statements, most of my questions would not be about technical accounting matters but “why are we meeting in a parking lot again?”

Here is a story about the CFO of the Detroit Riverfront Conservancy, William Smith, who was arrested last week for allegedly stealing $40 million from the nonprofit:

"Mr. Smith’s grip on the nonprofit’s finances was so tight that even the nonprofit’s accountant, charged with tracking spending, could not log into one of the group’s bank accounts. Only Mr. Smith had the password. He gave her the bank statements on paper and met her only four times a year, in the parking lot of a Honey Baked Ham store 40 miles from the office. […]

"Brian Mittendorf, a professor who studies nonprofit accounting at Ohio State University, said that the conservancy’s official documents show that it took steps to safeguard its finances — including oversight from its board of directors and annual audits.

"‘All these things sound as if it’s an organization with a pretty robust review in place. On the other hand, only one person can access the money, and provides paper copies in a Honey Baked Ham parking lot?’ Mr. Mittendorf said. ‘Those sound like the opposite of a robust governance mechanism.’"

As it happens, Smith allegedly altered the bank statements by “[removing] the payments to himself and [replacing] them with fake payments to other vendors.” I still don’t fully understand the parking lot, though? Like you can meet the accountant in your office to hand over the doctored paper financial statements; just unplug your computer first. I just feel like meeting in the parking lot sends a pretty strong message of “I AM DOING CRIME” that you might want to avoid, if you are doing crime.