I should be folding clothes, running the sweeper, and loading the dishwasher. But NOOO. Here I am prowling the internet! I should also be stitching, because I have this little thing sitting on the table next to me. He really needs to be finished.
I haven't had much luck in my office. If I had my wish, I'd just pull a dump truck up to the window and start tossing things out. Not my stitching things! Just all of the work -related paper. Sometimes I think that working as a bookkeeper has more to do with corralling paper than anything else.
Speaking of work, so here's a story. (Skip this if you'd like. It's probably only interesting to my fellow bookkeeping and accounting friends) Last week I was working at the auto body shop and I sent a rent check to a fellow who owns one of the buildings. I thought it was a little unusual that the renter had sent an invoice for rent, but whatever. So I wrote the check, addressed the envelope to the renter, (using the address on the invoice), and dropped it in the mail. (Remember - the bookkeeping system that the body shop was using before my arrival was kind of rough. They didn't keep vendor addresses in their system. They hand addressed every bill payment.)
Several days later, the renter still didn't have the check. So when I went into the office yesterday, I called him. Told him I had sent the check a week ago and used the address on the invoice, which I read off to him. He kind of flipped on me. "I haven't been at that address for 15 months. And that address is NOT on my invoice. It CAN'T be on my invoice. I have an excellent bookkeeper. She's a bookkeeper by trade (whatever the hell that means) and she could never have made the mistake of sending an invoice with the wrong company address."
I was thinking - Dude. Really? Do you think I made up this address just to screw with you? Or are you insinuating that I'm an idiot because your bookkeeper is incapable of errors? In that case, I'm going to come over there and punch you in the nose.
But instead I said, "How about if I just fax the invoice over to you so that you can see for yourself? And I'll call the Post Office in your ex-town and see if I can't track the check down, and if they didn't forward it to your new address, I'll write you another check." Of course they had returned it because the forwarding order had expired.
So I called him again, to tell him that I'd be sending him a new check and he got all snippy again. And me - sometimes I really should keep my mouth shut - I said, Hey, it's easy for your bookkeeper to miss something like this. You think you've changed all of the necessary fields in a customers account and sometimes you just miss something. And - (here's where I should have shut up) -It's really not a big deal. Ho boy. That didn't go over well.
Maybe I need a course in Sensitivity Training for Bookkeepers.
All's well that ends well, though. The body shop owner eventually called him. They traded bawdy and dirty comments and then everyone was happy. He came to the body shop to pick up his check and was all smiles. And because I mentally pictured him with a sore nose, I was happy, too.