This is what is called the boiler room in audit terminology. It’s where shit sometimes hits the fan. Sometimes clients convert storage rooms into ‘audit rooms’ so you’re stuck spending three weeks or more getting familiar with dusty files (You wanted support documents, right? Have a go at them!), developing allergies (Achew!!!!) and just plain cursing the bout of job scarcity that inadvertently made you aspire to become an auditor.
Anyway, enough about the exotic lifestyles of auditors in dusty file rooms.
Please enjoy some of my short stories about life as an auditor.