For a whole litany of reasons, I did not have my shit together last semester. Although I was enjoying school (and still am) more than I ever have, I was doing everything I could to keep my head above water. Anything that was the least bit insignificant seemed to fall by the wayside.
One such thing was my job as treasurer of the Family Medicine Interest Group. This is not a huge job, mostly consisting of ordering and paying for the pizza for our monthly meeting. Still, I managed to fuck it up.
Back in September, we had a FP Residency Fair. 26 programs from all over came to set up and recruit, paying $150 each for the privilege. The vice-president collected their checks, put them in an envelope, and gave them to me, the treasurer. I put them in my locker.
And forgot about them.
Fast forward to December, when said vice-president e-mails me to ask if we had ever cashed those checks, because one of the residency programs contacted him and said it had never come through. “Oh, shit,” I said, as I ran to dig them out of my locker and took them to the Credit Union.
The good news was that half of the checks went through without incident. The bad news was that the other half said something like “Void after 60/90 days”, and were thus un-cashable.
This happened right before I left town for an off-site rotation. As soon as I returned, I e-mailed the VP, explaining the situation and asking if he had the contact info for the residency programs so I could get them to cut us another check. He replied in that very formal “I hope you understand that it was very inappropriate for you to…” tone that makes me wish he would just come out and say what he thinks. He wanted to know exactly what programs’ checks didn’t make it through, and he wanted to meet with me and the other officers this week. That meeting is tomorrow.
This is not nearly the big deal I’m making it out to be. It’s going to be a moderate-to-severe pain in the ass for me, and a minor-to-moderate pain in the ass for the involved programs. Life will go on. Still, it’s tearing me up for some reason. I’m going to tell them at the meeting that I want to fix this, get the club’s finances in the best order I can, and then resign my post as treasurer. Even though my life is back on track, I guess I don’t want to do a job at all if I can’t do it right.
No real reason to post this here. I just thought I’d feel better about it after I wrote it all down.