5/2/06 Today With Patty ...

by Patty

I hate accounting and it hates me. Anyone who knows me knows that numbers and I are a scary combination. That’s why I have not one but two accountants, plus a bookkeeper. Unfortunately, I still have to take care of some things myself.

Today I am going through all my cash receipts for which I have to reimburse myself. I hate this task so much that I resist doing it. The last time I did it was on 12/31/05, because I had to for end-of-year accounting.

If you walked into our conference room right now, you would see that it looks like someone vomited receipts all over the conference table. I probably have $12,000 worth of stuff I have to reimburse, and that’s only those receipts I was able to keep track of. I was talking to Jonathan Taylor at Crescent State Bank yesterday about my accounting woes, and I think I scared him.

Today we are still eating brownies and birthday cake from Kipp’s party. We are super busy. I had a couple of appointments scheduled this morning, but both called last minute and rescheduled. I don’t mind rescheduling, but what annoys me is that I dressed up today when I could have worn shorts.

There’s Something About Mari … Mari sent me another email, this one downright abusive:

“You have not written about me for 4 or 5 days again! Do you know what it takes for me to go on your blog and scan all that other crap you write about just to look for a teeny-tiny sentence about me? Do you even CARE? I think not—all I ask for is a small sentence or two extolling my virtues! But NO, you’re WAY too busy schmoozing big time clients!”

See what a whiner Mari is? Okay, Mari, you win. I will extol your virtues.

Um …

Okay, here’s one. I admit that Mari took care of me in college. She helped me study, sort of. I think she got tired of me reciting facts about Doric vs. Ionic vs. Corinthian columns when I took that architecture class, though. The Shakespeare class drove her a little crazy, too. In college, I was an expert manipulator of my professors. On the first day of class, I would always sit in the front row and go butter-up the professor afterwards, saying that I was a 4.0 student but I had my doubts about my performance in this particular class. The professor would then reassure me and teach to me the whole semester.

Mari hated the fact that I was such a teacher’s pet, because she didn’t have a clue how to become one herself.

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