An accountant. Arghhhh?

I had always doubted it, but it was about three months ago when a psychological test proved that I'm good only with numbers. Or to put it right, I'm terrible with making sense, at focusing on one point while speaking, writing (and I'm doing it right now!) or even thinking. I shouldn't trust such tests much, but…
According to my new hypothesis, if you wish to single out an accountant from a group of contestants, the quickest way would be to just give them a piece of writing and ask them to read aloud. The first thing they do is panicking. Yes, that is what I think. Trust me, I do not mean to reveal my flaws, but the opposite actually. Think about it, they wish to make sure that each and every word they see is taken well, understood well and then read out well. And actually it is that they worry to lack perfection, that's how they sound like a dyslexic. For those people perfection is a dream….
It is darn easy to fully understand the logic behind numbers, what they contain, hold behind and will present. It is either 1 or 0, yes or no, black or white, Debit or Credit, etc. It is like a digital world that is based the concept of being definite.
But it's otherwise in real world, where nothing can be considered for certain, even the need for education… where am I going? Wait!
I wanted to talk about my field, what I have been involved in for more than four years now. I know this is something that I am actually good at, well, at least I think so, but do I feel lucky doing it?
First of all it is of high prestige and you are, for the most part, considered as one of the key elements of any business, as they put it "language of the business" is in your hand. And if a bit luckier, and for the sake of confidentiality, they provide you with your own space, which has its own cons and pros. It is boring, lonely and sad sometimes, but this is what you should have thought through when opting for playing with figures. On the other hand, when need a break, watch "friends" with no worries your laughter might disturb others, and you can well up watching "stories of war".
A more disturbing quality of my job, however, is what it tells you about your friends, your colleagues, anyone. Or maybe it's so lame of me to judge people from the look on their faces when they receive cash (originally paper), when they struggle to add colour to their bills, when …. I wish I didn't have to notice all this.
You know? Maybe it's time for a change, though academically I have linked myself to it now, but still it doesn't mean I can't work on the other side of the brain. I shall explore the world out there.