Soon as I close this post. Upstairs, change into a decent pub-a-goin-to shirt, some old jeans, hop into the Altima, crank the CD to Supreme Maximum Loudness and head out.
I deserve it.
Not just your ordinary, stupid-had-to-deal with the state auditor day, nope, even better than that.
I read his e-mail which says please compile the following documentation from the FY05 State Claim, and have it so that I can begin to review the claim first thing Thursday morning. When I read that, it was already 12 Noon on Wednesday. So, WTF, but I hustle, get the stuff together, which is kind of a pain, but not a MAJOR pain because it was all in about 3 places anyway.
I have a 3:30 with the lithe Laura, my physical therapist, so on the way, I stop at the district office and drop it off at the conference room he’s working in. It’s about a 2 inch stack of paperwork. The arrogant twit picks it up, fans it in his hands and decides immediately it’s short some crucial papers.
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How In The Hell Would You KNOW??? ** :mad: No kidding, he only gave it a cursory fan, never looking at any papers. But I ask (for kicks) what else he needs, make a note and promise it in the morning.
(It’s already in there, but I’ll let him figure that out)
After my P/T, I get back to the car, check my cell phone and there’s a message from the finance secretary. It seems Mr. Speed Fan Reader meant he wanted the claim papers from FY04.
Gee, he’s really sorry, but could I still have that by 8 am Thursday.
Man, I sense one sorely disappointed auditor in the morning.
It’s not a great excuse to drink, but it’s a start.
