My dream as an accountant has never been to crunch numbers for one of the big four accounting firms, or to make partner with some Shitty corporation. I grew up in a garage, building hotrods and had an extensive line of work as a warehouse worker/laborer away from retail. My love for numbers comes from a broken home and a tough past. Accounting made sense to me in a world that didn’t, Also numbers don't lie. My heart sits with the blue collar workers that make this country thrive. The dishwashers at round table pizza, the apprentice at A action Electrical, the body man at Clip joint, The delivery man at your local cannabis dispensary and the artists that bust their asses to sell their masterpiece on Cabrillo blvd every Sunday. Labor day represents my clientele. Hardworking people that get overlooked when it comes to finances. I am happy to create jobs that help and understand an undeserved population.