After too many years working in cubicles where the carpet tiles are too neutral, the ties are too tight, and most meetings should have been handled with a 30 word email, I’ve decided to trade in the glitz and glamour that normally comes with the accounting profession to concentrate on what matters most: normal people.

Bigger firms don’t accept smaller clients because their overhead costs are too high. They pay for rent in a nice building, cleaning services from people they wouldn’t want as clients, and training for employees that probably won’t stay longer than 2 years. I’m just a guy working out of his basement and I am the cleaning service.

So bring me that shoebox full of receipts, the P&L that gives Salvador Dali nightmares, and that IRS notice that’s been sitting on your kitchen counter for the past three weeks. We’ll fix it together, and both of us will probably learn something in the process.