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    Greg Kyte
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Greg was born in Akron, Ohio, in the shadow of the Firestone tire factory. He began to swim competitively when he was eight, swimming for the Mountlake Terrace Lemmings. He graduated in 1995 from the University of Washington with a math degree. He chose math for the ladies.  After serving ten-years as an 8th grade math teacher, he decided it was time for a career change, mainly because he “couldn’t stand those little bastards.” He began his accounting career with a local CPA firm in Orem, Utah, where he consistently failed the QuickBooks ProAdvisor advanced certification exam.  Greg currently works as the Controller for the Utah Valley Physicians Plaza. He lives in Provo, Utah, with his wife and two kids. He enjoys eating maple bars, drinking Diet Pepsi, and swearing.


Seventeen seconds left in AUD. The last sentence of the second written communication task—the wording made sense, but it felt awkward. No time to think. Only time to react.

Back it up two hours…

I had to pee. I didn’t have to pee too bad, but it didn’t matter because when you’re taking the CPA exam, if you kind of have to pee, you can’t think about anything except the fact that you kind of have to pee.  Makes it harder to recall a member’s requirements under SSARS to various stakeholders when reviewed financial statements are restated. I made the call. I took a potty break, but the clock stops for no bladder. The awkwardly situated testing center in the University of Utah student union building was directly adjacent to the women’s room. The men’s room was at the other end of a quarter-mile long hallway. (You’re right. I’m sure it was materially less than a quarter mile. Can you turn off the accountant brain for a minute?) I was pissed. (It’s a pun. You’re welcome.) I had too much pride to run; speed walking seemed like the more dignified choice. No paper towels, only an air dryer that was as effective as an asthmatic trying to whisper your hands dry. And despite the two wet hand prints on my butt, my mental faculties were back. But two hours later, I would desperately miss the four-and-a-half minutes I spent “billing my time” (not a widely accepted euphemism—yet).

Back it up to my sophomore year in high school. I had a job (doing the books for my mom’s drug store) and a car (a ’79 Chevy S-10 short bed three-on-the-tree pickup), and I was an emerging Diet Coke addict. Now, firmly within the talons of this disgusting habit, I’m drinking upwards of three Super Big Gulps per day. Fighting my dependency has proved futile. From time to time, I would work my way down to Caffeine Free Diet Coke, but the serenity prayer is no match for the brown bubbly (another euphemism not widely accepted—ever). Without my performance-enhancing beverage, I had no chance of keeping up with my demanding study regimen, let alone the test itself. In addition, I wanted to stay far away from the debilitating caffeine withdrawal headaches. If I had to choose between a caffeine withdrawal headache and passing a kidney stone, I’d choose FAR. I had no choice but to “juice up” right before each section of the exam, and 52 ounces of Diet Coke isn’t going to stay put for three-and-a-half hours.

Jump back to the final seconds of AUD. I changed the last sentence, my final keystroke barely beating the timer. I left the testing center crushed, confident that I failed. But somehow I passed (which cemented the idea in my mind that the CPA Exam is designed to strip prospective CPAs of their self-confidence. The profession demands high integrity and low self-esteem). The experience was horrible, and I never wanted to repeat it.

While recounting my story of near failure and pee pee to a coworker, she joked, “You probably wished you had some Depend® Undergarments.” Hells, yes! Why didn’t I think of that during BEC?!?

My last section was REG, and I went in saddled up on my Target-brand Depend® knockoffs. I felt more confident than a former astronaut driving cross-country to kidnap her rival in a love triangle. I probably could have made it through REG with no potty breaks, but you don’t pull a gun unless you intend on firing it, and you don’t go to REG in adult diapers unless you intend on using them. It’s harder to pee your pants than you probably remember.

John Emmerling said, “Innovation is creativity with a job to do,” or in this case, it’s creativity that I did my business in.


For THRIVEal members, the video recounting this delicious tale can be found in the private online Yammer community used by THRIVEal.  There you will also find a picture of Greg in a diaper.  Are you a member?

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  • On 04-05-2012 at 11:16 am, Kevin McCoy said:

    Imagine if you had to write your answers out like us old-timers (early 2000s).
    FYI – My eyes are still burning from the picture.

  • On 04-06-2012 at 1:44 pm, Magen Smith said:

    That was hilarious Greg! The picture, on the other hand………


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