#perk of working remote for a company I miss LOL

[angesaurus]

Today was the weirdest day lol

[gohyuck]

5+9+23 ? With Jaemin.

originally requested by @heyyyun ! my tumblr kept glitching so i copy/pasted your ask into my askbox lol.

based on this post

this was a fun combo of requests lol... and the freaky friday things definitely threw me for a loop. it got lowkey nsfw really fast, too, so there’s that. outright female reader

ft. a horny jeno lmfao

5) roommates

9) freaky friday

23) i thought you hated me but i just accidentally sent you a booty text and you accepted and i am seriously considering it

you aren’t living with jaemin because you want to.

it’s something you make very clear to any and everyone you know - jaemin is your roommate out of your necessity, not out of your choice. he was the first and only person to answer the desperate ad you’d placed in the newspaper when you’d realized you wouldn’t make rent without a roommate, and, before you could find any other option, you were stuck with him.

now, you refuse to be gotten wrong: it isn’t like he’s the worst roommate ever. he can cook, and he cleans up well enough, and he’s never made a late payment. hell, he’s even courteous and about as well-mannered as any guy in his early twenties can get, so you can’t really complain on that front. he’s nice to your friends and always lets you know before having company over, and he doesn’t hesitate to ask if you need anything before he goes shopping for himself. he isn’t a bad guy, by any means.

what he is is an incorrigible and unstoppable flirt.

for his part, he isn’t too thrilled with you either - ‘my little prude’ seems to be his favorite go to nickname for you as of late, and you’d be lying if it didn’t bother you. still, you suppose, you aren’t too gentle in calling him a manwhore to his face. he only ever laughs, seemingly delighted to wear the title like a badge.

even now, you can hear the girl in your living room giggling at something your roommate has said, his own voice just a little too low for you to hear from the confines of your bedroom. he’d texted you during lunch to tell you he’d have a date over, and you’d sent him back four successive eyeroll emojis. he’d taken your annoyance as a ‘yes, please eyefuck your newest fling for two hours while sitting on the couch i paid for’ and now you’re stuck, crosslegged on your bed with your laptop at half mast and one earphone in, other ear listening to jaemin turn his charisma up to the highest it can go for what will culminate in, at most, yet another one night stand that’ll have you wishing for soundproof walls.

you sigh as she laughs again, followed by jaemin saying something along the lines of ‘let me pour you some more’. there’s a faint clink of glasses and a sudden lowering of their voices, and you decide it’s best if you put your other earphone in.

some things aren’t worth the mental scarring.

it’s almost two hours later when you finish with the essay you’re working on, pull your earphones out of your ears and place the case gingerly on your nightstand, and shut your laptop down for the night. you can’t hear anything from out in the living room, and, surprisingly, there’s no unsavory sounds coming in from jaemin’s room down the hall, either. maybe they’ve already had their fun, you ponder.

she’ll slink out of your apartment in the morning, you guess. maybe you’ll be nice and offer her pancakes on her way out.

you grab your phone from where you’d thrown it haphazardly onto your bed earlier. there’s plenty of text messages lighting up your screen, most of which you ignore. one catches your eye immediately, though.

from: jeno ;)

i’ve been thinking about you.

his text has you quirking an eyebrow, but as you scroll up to find the picture that accompanies it, you take a sharp breath, your teeth sinking into your lower lip on impulse.

you’ve been fucking jeno for weeks, but even now the sight of his prominent bulge covered only by thin gray sweatpants has your mouth watering. the two of you are good friends - surprising, considering he’s jaemin’s best friend - and you know what you have will never amount to a real relationship. it’s the healthiest you can imagine a friends-with-benefits relationship to be, and you’re grateful for it.

and for the sex. god, are you grateful for the sex.

you rush to change out of the ratty old band shirt and boy shorts you’re wearing, opting to switch them out for a lace set you’d bought recently that you’ve been dying to show off. you clasp the bra easily before you pull on the matching light pink underwear.

as you settle in front of the floor length mirror that leans against your closet door, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander to jaemin. his little prude, huh? you laugh to yourself, wondering how he’d react if he knew you got dicked down semi-regularly by jeno. just because you aren’t as obvious as he is doesn’t mean you aren’t getting any.

you switch positions until you find a pose that’s just right, capturing your bitten bottom lip, the swell of your breasts, and how the lace hugs your hips. before you can second guess yourself, you snap a picture. 

if only jaemin could see you now.

you type out a short message - see something you like? maybe you should come over and look closer - and hit send, staring at your reflection for a bit longer before pushing yourself off the floor and back up onto your bed. it’s late, far too late for jeno to take you up on your offer, but it can’t hurt to ask. hell, maybe he’ll come over anyways. maybe you can make jaemin wish his walls were soundproof for once.

your phone vibrates in your hand, pulling you out of your thoughts of revenge against your roommate. you glance down, ready to respond cheekily to whatever jeno has said, and -

oh.

from: jaemin :/

fuck

yes

i wouldn’t mind, sweetheart. still, you could’ve asked in person. i’m only a door away, you know

your eyes widen in panic as you realize that, because you’d been thinking of jaemin earlier, you’d typed his name in and not jeno’s, resulting in you sending your honest-to-god nudes to your roommate. you rush to rectify your mistake, your fingers flying as you type a frantic response.

even as you hurry to tell him not to show up to your room naked, which you’re very afraid of him doing whether he has a girl over or not, a voice in the back of your mind can’t help but perk up.

i mean, jaemin is kind of hot, it says, actively laughing at your predicament. you wouldn’t mind being underneath him as he-

"shit!” you hiss out loud, acting as if swearing will distract you for your own thoughts. you press send, cursing the universe for causing your life to lead up to this moment as you do. 

to: jaemin :/

FUCK they weren’t meant for you 

please delete and pretend this never happened

+ don’t you have someone over????

his response comes quickly, and you brace yourself to read them. 

from: jaemin

lol PLEASE as if you have someone to sends nudes to

but yes i’ll delete :(

she left like an hour ago, not really my type

for the sake of your sanity you choose not to respond, only liking his message about deleting the picture you’d sent. you switch out your lace set for the clothes you’d had on earlier, not even bothering to respond to jeno as you’d meant to earlier. as you put your phone on charge and turn out your light for the night, you do your best to force yourself to sleep. 

hopefully, this whole ordeal will have blown over in the morning. 

♕ ♕ ♕

the first thing you notice when you wake up is how insanely bright the sun is. the white curtains on your window do nothing to stop the light from pouring into the room, and you - wait.

white curtains?

you look around, taking in the beat up ryan plushie on top of the bookshelf in the corner of the room and the gaming chair at the desk. as you become more and more awake, your setting makes itself obvious. 

once you realize it, you bolt upright, wondering what the hell you’re doing in jaemin’s room, especially when jaemin is nowhere to be found. you know you don’t sleepwalk, and you know for a fact that you’d fallen asleep in your own bed. 

it’s only as you swing your legs out of bed and happen to glance down at them that you realize what has happened.

before you can say anything, however, you hear a voice - your own voice exclaim a loud ‘what the hell?’ from down the hall. you rush out of your - jaemin’s - room, only to immediately run into what looks to be your own body.

“(name)?” it says, and you gulp before nodding.

“jaemin?”

♕ ♕ ♕

“look,” you say, pinching your - jaemin’s - nose bridge. “we’ve been arguing for like an hour, now. it’s obvious that neither of us know why this happened, so we might as well try to figure out what we can do to make it un-happen!”

“it’s because you sent me that nude,” he says, running a hand through his - your - hair. “the universe reset itself out of shock at seeing you do something remotely sexual.”

“if i was in my own body, i’d kick your ass right now,” you swear, pushing yourself up off of the dining table which you’d been leaning against. you take a threatening step towards jaemin. he laughs. 

“if i was in my own body, i’d... i’d probably be jerking off right now, to be honest. i miss my dick.”

you wince in disgust, staring down at his - your - face. “better not be to my picture.”

he shakes his - your - head at this, though not without raising his eyebrow at you. “i’m not a complete asshole - i deleted when you asked me to.”

“thank you,” you respond, not sure what else is to say. jaemin nods sagely before a grin starts spreading across his face.

“you know, maybe we have to recreate last night to fix it. do the same things, you know? who was the message meant for last night? maybe i’ll send them another one today.”

the thought of jaemin taking nudes of your body makes you feel dizzy in both bad and good ways. you realize he actually expects you to tell him, and you find yourself shaking your head no in response.

he quirks an eyebrow of yours. 

“what, don’t want me to know? it’s not like i’ll tell anyone, you know. i mean-”

“it’s not that,” you hurry to tell him, and he smirks at you in return. 

“no? then what is it?”

before you can respond, jaemin continues speaking, and you realize his question had been rhetorical. “oh, i know!” he says, sounding as if he’s had the realization of a lifetime. “you meant to send it to me, didn’t you? you just lied and got cold feet, after. i knew it! there’s no way you’re actually-”

in your haste to get jaemin to shut the hell up and your current inability to think straight, you cross the space between you two in one stride before pressing your mouth against his (or, you guess, his mouth against yours), desperate to get him to stop talking. your eyes are screwed shut anyways, so you don’t see his slide shut. 

the two of you stay like that for what feels like an eternity before you pull away.  

“i’m so sorry-” you start, opening your eyes to peer sheepishly up at jaemin. 

wait. 

up?

you blink once, twice, before bursting out into laughter. jaemin, after overcoming his own befuddlement does the same. 

“oh my god, i can’t believe that fixed it,” you say once you get over the shock of being back in your own body. “holy shit.”

“i can’t believe any of that happened in the first place,” jaemin says, and you nod in agreement. a silence falls between the two of you almost immediately as you both try to figure out what to say to each other now. 

you glance around the room, searching for something to fixate your gaze on. you know jaemin is doing the same beside you. before you can say something embarrassing - you’re seriously considering patting him on the back and going ‘good work out there’ - jaemin rests his hands lightly against your waist, forcing you to meet his eyes with yours. 

“i kind of wish i’d experienced our kiss from inside my own body,” he says, and you search his face for an iota of a joke, something that says he’s messing with you. 

there’s none to be found. you reach a hand up to rest against the back of his neck and, before you know it, you’re cupping the back of his head and pulling his lips to yours once again, though this one is much more passionate than the last. his hands tighten their grips on your waist as he pulls you flush against him, and you tangle your fingers in his hair.

once you pull away, you can’t bring yourself to leave his grasp. instead, you ask him the question that’s burning on your mind. 

“do you want to see the lace set in person?”

your roommate nods, his excited actions directly contrasting his dark, hooded gaze. he lets you take his hand in yours, allowing you to drag him to your room. just as you shove open your bedroom door, however, jaemin speaks again. 

“out of curiosity, who was the picture meant for?”

you stare at him for one, two beats before sighing, wincing right after. he gazes back at you both steadily and expectantly, and you figure you may as well say it. 

“it ... it was meant for jeno.” 

"what?”

[kee-writestrashh]

Guns for Hire

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

Ao3

Summary:  You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events...

Chapter 6: House of Memories

You were speechless as the words hit you. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. You were uncomfortably aware of everyone staring at you.

"What time is it?" You finally managed to get out weakly.

"Four ten." Ramsay said glancing at his watch.

Fear gripped you. "When did this happen?"

"I don't know. Came over the scanner about twenty minutes ago. There's no saving it. Multiple units are on it." Damon said.

You turned on your heel, running to the car. You poured your purse out in the seat to find your phone.

17 missed calls.

5 unread messages.

You hastily unlocked your phone and called Olyvar. Maybe you should have called your mother first. Oh well.

"(Y/n)!" Came Olyvar's panicked voice on the other end.

"Oh thank God! I just heard! Please tell me no one was there!" You cried, tears trickling your eyes.

"No. Everyone is safe. You were the only one I couldn't get a hold of." Olyvar said.

You closed your eyes tight, giving an uneasy sigh.

When you opened your eyes you saw Ramsay's phone light up: in law.

"I'll meet you there." You said hanging up and grabbing Ramsay's phone.

"Hello?" You said quickly.

"Oh thank God baby! We just heard. And we couldn't reach you or Ramsay. Are you okay? Is everything okay?" You mother cried on the other end.

"I'm okay momma. No one was there. I'm heading over there now. I will meet you at my house." You said, trying to sound reassuring as Ramsay came to a halt behind you.

You gave him a glance before hanging up and falling into him.

"We have to get over there. Now. Please." You sobbed, clutching his shirt.

He gave you a pat on the back, "Let's go baby doll." He shoved all the purse contents in your seat to the floorboard and helped you in.

You stared out the window as Ramsay ran red lights and furiously shifted gears.

"Everyone okay?" He asked as you saw the thick black smoke curling across town.

"Yes. No one was there." You said with a sniff. "Mom and dad will be at the house when we get there." You added, looking at Ramsay. He gave a nod.

×××

You shoved past the cops and firemen to see what was left of your bar. The tears slipped down your cheeks and the rest of the world was a blur as you looked over the ash and smoldering wood.

This place was your life. It had started as a "fuck it, why not" idea, looking online for a job. The old man who had owned it loved you immediately. Olyvar had been working there a week before you. You both became fast friends, and the Old Man, Jones, cared for you like his own children. He had nothing but that bar, you, and Olyvar. It wasn't until your wedding day that you learned that Jones was leaving you and Oly the bar at Ramsay's request after finding out he had terminal cancer.

This lot was where you learned it all. How to hustle, shake your ass, useless party tricks, and how to love. This was the first place you had met Ramsay. The first place you had fucked him. The first place you had met the gang. The place Ramsay had professed his love for you. The place where Ramsay beat a cop into an unconscious, bloody pulp before asking you to marry him through the back seat of the cop car. The first place you were when you found out you were pregnant just a few short days ago.

Your knees went weak under you as you brought your hand to your mouth and fell into Olyvar as he ran to you and hugged you tight.

×××

The last hour and a half had been long, answering questions, making phone calls, and trying your hardest to keep from crying anymore.

Ramsay was your support as he helped you from the car, you parents waiting anxiously for you.

Everything was still a daze as you took a seat on the couch and fell into your mother's lap, clutching her skirt and crying again. She ran her fingers through your hair.

Ramsay damn near smashed a bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, throwing back multiple shots.

He was pissed. For you. For himself. While you worked the bar, all money in and out was checked by the Boys, as well as any money that was brought in by them from deals or stolen. Ramsay had set up a few schemes at work to keep your "extra" income from looking too fishy.

Your father watched the evening news report. They were reporting on the structure fire this afternoon, but the words didn't penetrate you.

Abruptly Ramsay stood up, glaring at the television. He scowled and made a frustrated noise, patting himself down for his keys. He cast around until he found them on the coffee table, swiping for them. But he missed and they fell to the ground.

He muttered to himself, snatching them up with a stumble and heading for the Door.

"Where you goin', Son?" Your heard your father ask.

Ramsay swayed on his heel, turning to you and your parents.

"Uh..." he said, clearing his throat, "Ice cream."

"Should you be driving, dear?" Your mother asked, worry lacing her words.

Ramsay sucked his teeth, before pulling out his phone and calling who you assumed to be Damon.

"It would seem I am too drunk to life right now. Let's go get ice cream." He said, patting himself down again for his lighter and hanging up.

You finally pushed yourself up from your mother's lap.

"Rams, can i talk to you?" You asked timidly, rising from the couch.

He narrowed his unfocused eyes at you and gave a half shrug. You hurried to him.

"What are you doing?" You asked in a urgent whisper.

Ramsay gave you a look as if it were the stupidest question he had ever been asked.

He stalked to the coffee table and snatched up the remote, rewinding the news. He paused on a close up of the burned bar and jabbed his finger at the corner of the screen of the part of the bar that wasn't completely burnt.

Your eyes went wide as you spotted a shiny, gold lion cufflink.

From the corner of your eye you saw your parents exchange confused looks.

Ramsay gave you a vindictive look.

"You're too drunk to do anything, baby. Please. It can wait." You whispered, turning your whole body to him to shield your parents away.

Your husband looked like he was about to explode, but gave you a small grin, "I told you. I'm going to get ice cream."

"Then let me come with you. I can drive, you know." You said crossing your arms.

Ramsay gave a harsh laugh, "You're playing host to your parents. Where are your manners?"

"Where are yours?" You hissed.

You saw Ramsay's eye twitch, but he didn't move. You both stood there challenging one another silently. Your arms crossed, jaw locked.

There came a knock on the door, and the dogs whimpered. Ramsay had taught them to hold their barks if company was over.

Ramsay gave you a fleeting kiss on the cheek before slamming the door on his way out.

You dropped your shoulders and sighed.

"(Y/n)?" Your mother asked.

You turned back to your parents, lies starting to flow to cover this up.

"It's okay mom. He's fine. Just... been a very long day." You said, picking up the empty shot glass and nearly empty whiskey bottle.

"What's significant about this lion?" Your father asked, examining the TV screen.

You sighed, "last night things got crazy at the bar and we had to throw out a bunch if men. It seems they aren't happy."

"My god." Your mother gasped.

×××

You closed the door and leaned against it with a small sigh after you bid your parents good bye.

Seeing them had not turned out how you had wanted. Like, could you please get a whole redo on the last 48 hours?

You took the hottest shower you could handle, taking extra time to brush your hair after dressing in your night clothes.

You threw yourself down on the couch and text Olyvar. Pulling your socks on and adjusting your sleep pants.

[you: you good?]

You flipped through TV channels. Nothing worth watching on a Saturday night anymore it seemed.

Your phone vibrated.

[Olyvar: good as I can be. You?]

[You: guess I'm alright. Wanna come over? Rams will be home soon, hopefully with legit ice cream.]

[Olyvar: Lol okay. Give me 15]

Twenty minutes later Olyvar knocked on the door. Sending the damn dogs into a frenzy. You hushed them and let Oly in.

"Did you see the news?" You asked, sitting on the couch.

Olyvar gave a small nod, sitting across from you, "the lions?"

"Fuckers." You spat.

"I heard that." Olyvar said, holding his out to Willow before scratching her behind the ear.

"What are we going to do?" You asked, watching Olyvar scratch the dog.

"Start again I guess. Maybe save some of the unburnt wood to use in the building of a new bar counter. Go bigger. Go better. Blow the Lion's club out of the water. They wouldn't have shit on us."

"Yeah...." You said slowly before turning in fright as the backdoor smashed open.

You and Olyvar both jumped up as the dogs raced to the kitchen.

Ramsay, Damon, and two other guys you didn't know practically fell into the kitchen.

You gasped, taking Ramsay in. He was sporting a black eye, bloodied nose, and covered in blood that was not his. The other three men looking just as rough.

Ramsay brought his gaze to yours before frowning.

"God damnit. Fucking ice cream." He groaned, clutching his shoulder.

[constructionaccounting]

0200: Contractors Are Confused About Bookkeeping

This Podcast Is Episode Number 0201 And It Is About Contractors Are Confused About Bookkeeping

Many of you may begin with the thought; I am just a contractor

I don’t want to be in business; I just want to do the work

That is what is important. Yes, doing the work is important. Keeping track of your hard costs, soft costs, general expenses and overhead is the difference between making a profit or having a loss. Ignoring the costs do not make them go away; it just avoids putting them on the tax return. Any missed expenses make your profit on the job look higher than it really is and causes you to pay more income taxes because all net profit is taxable.

All businesses need to keep track of their company expenses, including the material and much more. Contractors usually go from one extreme (doing nothing) to the other (trying to count every bean, every paperclip, all the nails and, the scraps of 2x4’s). The balance is somewhere in the middle.

Labor is the biggest cost you will face. As an owner / operator you're entitled to the same wages your construction company would pay for having another construction worker on the payroll. Otherwise, why not go to work for someone else?

  Favorite Option: No Bookkeeping System

One checking account which is a mix of business and personal expenses.

Multiple credit cards which are a mix of business and personal expenses.

No formal invoices to customers.

Give verbal amounts to customers to pay; maybe send them an email.

Have customer payments made out to you instead of the company.

Part of the time deposit the check into the checking account.

Most of the time Cash the check; randomly put the money into the bank

or Hip National Bank.

Ignore the government until forced to respond.

Usually throw away all your receipts, deposit slips, bank and credit card statements.

Emergency; Toss everything you can find later into a file box (all receipts business or personal).

Take the Magic File box unsorted and may not have all statements to the tax accountant. Drop and Run – Tax Accountant’s Problem Now. Messy records mean you will pay a lot more income tax.

Next Option: Limited Bookkeeping System

Contractors are trying to do their own bookkeeping may start with a pile of receipts and some.

One checking account which is a mix of business and personal expenses.

Multiple credit cards which are a mix of business and personal expenses.

Catch yourself from throwing away all your receipts, deposit slips, bank and credit card statements.

When you remember, toss everything you can find into a file box (all receipts business, personal, junk mail)

Randomly look for the missing bank and credit card statements and add them to the box.  

Create written proposal, send the customer an email in “story form” with an amount to pay.

Give verbal amounts to customers to pay.

No formal invoices sent to customers.

Have customer payments made out you or the company (based on what the customer wants).

Usually, deposit customer’s check into the bank, maybe put into the bank or Hip National Bank.

Ignore the government until forced to respond.

Take the Magic File box unsorted complete with junk mail which may not have all statements to the tax accountant.

Drop and Run – Tax Accountant’s Problem Now. Messy records mean you will pay a lot more income tax.

This process can go on for years until the Contractor is willing to make a change even a slight one; nothing changes. No one can make a Contractor like to do paperwork. It is not a natural skillset.

The question is how to make paperwork easier, simpler, and at least tolerable for the Contractor to do before getting back to the “Fun Stuff” like building something, taking apart something, fixing something.

To Explain In A Way, Your Spouse Would Understand

Contractor’s Clean House (tear out walls and fill a dumpster) 

Rearrange Furniture (remodel and move walls)

Buy New Stuff (sheetrock, cabinets, light fixtures, plumbing fixtures and faucets, carpet)

Install Stuff (secure to wall, floors, and ceiling so we can’t move them)

To Explain In A Way, You Would Understand

Wives move rearrange furniture as part of the process to cleaning the floors, baseboards edge to edge.

Once the furniture has been moved and cleaned behind; it is easier to leave the furniture in the new location than move it back to the original location. This process is called Spring, Fall, Summer, Winter Cleaning.

The contractor just knows his stack of papers got moved. His desk, chair, sofa, remote, dresser, clothes moved, and he is clueless on why. It was all perfect exactly where he left it; now everything is lost.

Unlike the Contractors who have laborers to help with the heavy work. Most wives have helpers who   stand under 4’ tall, want a cookie and a cartoon break (often). By the time they are over 5’ tall, they are out with friends anytime there is a hint the vacuum cleaner might be calling their name.

On a serious note: Many kids are great helpers learning about the business, are out on the job site, working in the office and helping at home. For Contactors – the number of jobs on the “To Do List” are endless.

Third Option: Contractors Bookkeeping Is Easy, Anybody Can Do It!

Contractor tries to do it all

Contractor works on making his best sale (spouse or girlfriend)

Contractor works on his best drop down sale (mother) as a favor

Contractor works on having a friend (friends spouse or girlfriend) do bookkeeping as a favor.

Contractor has exhausted everyone on the list above and hired a friend of a friend as a 1099 contractor

Contractor hires friend who took an accounting class once as 1099 contractor

Contractor hires someone who has office experience and is a willing to try to do the bookkeeping

Contractor hires someone who did bookkeeping using other software in another field.  

Contractor hires someone who used QuickBooks and therefore should be able to do their bookkeeping.

Contractor hires a bookkeeper who is willing to make all the decisions, pay all the bills and treat it as if it is their business; implying they are the owner to Customers, Vendors, Suppliers, Other Employees.

The Last Option Sounds Like A “Dream Come True” Until It Shifts To The “Nightmare of the Bad Bookkeeper”

They train the contractor like an organ grinder trains a monkey, click here to learn more

They refuse to invest time and money in continuing education because they know everything

They are passive aggressive and will study you and your staff to learn how to manipulate everyone

They are masters at gaining power over you, your staff, and new employees and outside suppliers

They hate change and will fight tooth and nail to stop it or they will destroy your company

They know you're responsible for taxes, fines, penalties and interest; so this is where they get even

They know how to increase your quarterly tax return costs, click here to learn more

They understand that bookkeeping is 90% repetitive transactions and 10% complex transactions

They don't know what to do with complex transactions, so they put them wherever they feel like

They have side jobs working for other companies or an entire bookkeeping business on the side

They decide how much integrity if any, your company has and they tell everyone who will listen.

They create a miserable work environment causing turnover in your staff which costs you money

They make your customers and clients feel unwelcome and unappreciated which costs you money

They act as if they are serving time in jail and do the minimum required to keep their job

They say things to suggest businesses are bad and construction company owners are the worst

They are jealous of your success and even more so if they ever had a failed construction business

They don't learn anything new, why should they, nobody is reviewing the QuickBooks

They never learn anything new unless the company pays for the training and it is on the clock

They quit when the tax return is being prepared because QuickBooks is a mess and they're caught

They come in a little bit late every morning and leave a little bit early to make up for it

they bait you with drama, nasty comments and minor actions to find your tolerance limit

They get even with you for every perceived injustice against themselves and society as a whole

They keep you busy with lots of mindless crap to divert attention from why the books are a mess

They let you think you are in control of the bookkeeping and the bookkeeper until it is too late

They make you think they are looking out the best interest of the company, LOL!

They let the work expand to fill whatever time you are willing to pay them to get it done

When they quit or get fired expect to hear: “Chaos, panic and disorder...my work here is done”

They become indispensable in order to take time off whenever they please and hold you, hostage

They negotiate for additional perks, benefits, changes, and elimination of personal accountability

They network for a better job with your clients, suppliers, vendors and your competitors

They represent themselves to outsiders as the owner or manager with decision-making authority

They text, message, e-mail, surf the web, chat on the phone and socialize on company time

They train you to leave them alone by getting upset or angry whenever you want anything

They work hard at causing just enough chaos, so owner does not earn more than the bookkeeper

When your business fails they tell everyone, you are incompetent, and they saw it coming

They live in a chaotic, neurotic, psychotic, selfish, disorganized, blame game environment

They work through lunch to leave earlier in the day (At the office for 7 hours and get paid for 8)

What happens when the person in control of QuickBooks is unhappy?

The same thing that happens when the cook is unhappy!

All Of This Seems Like A “No Brainer” To Contractors Who Have Been In Business For A Long Time

Please remember How It Was; when you were in your First Year in business.  

Did your find some neighborhoods easier, nicer to get jobs?  

Remember That First Job?  Was it profitable?  

What was the learning curve about bidding?

Contractors Need A Working Knowledge Of Business To Become Successful

What is Income?

If “Money In” not clearly defined in an Accounting System; then the government agencies will consider all money you received in the bank as “Income.” No big deal; right? “Money Out” is just a few taxes between the City, State, and Federal based on either “Gross Sales or Net Income.”

Deposits are from the following sources:

Down payment on the job

Reimbursement for material

Progress payment

Refund on material

Premium overpayment

Overpayment of taxes

Loan from bank or friend

Personal Loan from You

Tracking Receipts:

All material and overhead receipts need to go into an Accounting Software Please Note, One Giant Single Entry for multiple receipts is not proper accounting.  It is quick, and it does match the payment from the bank to the credit card company. A true example of “Garbage In = Garbage Out” As the Contractor; it is understandable to take short cuts and get the job done. Hiring an In-house bookkeeper or accountant; not really any good excuse.   Same goes for expecting someone who knows nothing about bookkeeping to get it right. You are overpaying for the task at hand; because in the future, you are paying to someone to “Do It Over.”   Tax Accountants are too busy to chase after you and nag for missing deductions.   In your zeal to have good job costing reports “Do Not Overdo It.” There is a balance between making paper airplanes and flying your receipts near the Magic Box and trying to get so detailed in your bookkeeping system that it becomes this overwhelming task. It is unreasonable to expect your Office Manager / Bookkeeper to enter in each material receipt into the Accounting Software line by line. (Coded to perfection without any direction from you) What should a Contractor use in QuickBooks? Looking at the Home Page in QuickBooks some contractors feel they must use every part of QuickBooks to be sure they get their Money’s Worth. Think Picture Puzzle – and the small child starts out with a 25 piece puzzle and moves up to larger puzzles with more pieces.  They do not start out with a 2000 piece puzzle.   What you need in QuickBooks depends on What You Do and How You Do It

The object is to pick the basic parts of the Software and make it work well for your company.  

QuickBooks is designed for the most basic user with limited accounting skills. (Use as a checkbook)

QuickBooks is set up with an Easy Step Interview designed to help contractors get a feel of the Software.  

If you are only going to use it as an Electronic Checkbook then maybe a very basic setup is all you need.

For proper job costing you will need a little bit more than the basics QuickBooks is designed for Customized Setups to be able to function well from someone doing Professional Services, Handyman, Trade Contractors, General Contractors, Commercial TI Contractors, Custom Home and Spec Home Builders and Developers.

At Fast Easy Accounting We Welcome:

Brand New Contractors

Established Contractors

Home Builders

Commercial Tenant Improvement Contractors

Remodel Contractors

Trade Contractors

Weekend Warrior Contractors

Handyman Contractors

Restarting Contractors

Contractors that tried the No Bookkeeping Option

Contractors that tried the Basic Bookkeeping Option

Contractors that tried the Bookkeeping Is Easy Option, and Anybody Can Do it.

Sometimes what looks “Good On Paper” doesn’t always work in the “Real World.”

Do You Just Need “A Little or A Lot of Help?”

There are No Right or Wrong Solutions, only what works best for you and your situation.

Do-It-Yourself Contractors But Not By Yourself

Click here to visit our Contractors Assisted Do-It-Yourself QuickBooks Setup Store

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More Digital Products and Professional Services are regularly added 

Do you want something you don’t see? Send in a request for it to be added

What Can Fast Easy Accounting Do For Contractors?

Contractors Bookkeeping And Construction Accounting Services

New Company or Fresh Start - We setup your new QuickBooks File

Existing Company - We set up, clean up your QuickBooks File

Return file to you for your In-house Bookkeeping solution

Discuss the possibility of Outsourced Accounting

One Hour Free Consultation

Short Answer – Yes, We Can Help

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Sharie  

I trust this podcast helps you understand that outsourcing your contractor's bookkeeping services to us is about more than just “doing the bookkeeping”; it is about taking a holistic approach to your entire construction company and helping support you as a contractor and as a person.

We Remove Contractor's Unique Paperwork Frustrations

We understand the good, bad and the ugly about owning and operating construction companies because we have had several of them and we sincerely care about you and your construction company!

That is all I have for now, and if you have listened to this far please do me the honor of commenting and rating podcast www.FastEasyAccounting.com/podcast Tell me what you liked, did not like, tell it as you see it because your feedback is crucial and I thank you in advance.

You Deserve To Be Wealthy Because You Bring Value To Other People's Lives!

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One more example of how Fast Easy Accounting is helping construction company owners across the USA including Alaska and Hawaii put more money in the bank to operate and grow your construction company. Construction accounting is not rocket science; it is a lot harder than that, and a lot more valuable to construction contractors like you so stop missing out and call Sharie 206-361-3950 or email sharie@fasteasyaccounting.com

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This guide will help you learn what to look for in outsourced construction accounting.

Need Help Now?

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Thank you very much, and I hope you understand we do care about you and all contractors regardless of whether or not you ever hire our services.

Bye for now until our next episode here on the Contractors Success MAP Podcast.

Warm Regards,

Randal DeHart | The Contractors Accountant

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Most Contractors Setup QuickBooks Desktop Version In One Of Three Ways:

#1 EZ Step Interview inside QuickBooks Setup #2 Asked Their Tax Accountant To Setup QuickBooks #3 They Attended A How To Setup QuickBooks Class Or Seminar

And QuickBooks Does Not Work The Way They Want It Too!

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