Accounts
I used to work in a payroll department for a government agency. I left because I was very bad at it. It's all rushing back to me now though, as I sift through receipts for the Foxwoods trip.
Everytime I go away for work I set out to be meticulous, keeping track of every penny and cent. Every drink, every €40 fruit salad (Monte Carlo) , and every $9 hotdog (Bellagio). Instead I collect all the receipts and stuff them in my bag.
But I have them. And apparently that's important. I just can't understand them. But that doesn't stop me, for I have imagination, and accountancy is one of the creative arts. I also have the added fire-burning incentive of the boss coming in. Always clears the mind.
Otherwise the good mood lives on.
Everytime I go away for work I set out to be meticulous, keeping track of every penny and cent. Every drink, every €40 fruit salad (Monte Carlo) , and every $9 hotdog (Bellagio). Instead I collect all the receipts and stuff them in my bag.
But I have them. And apparently that's important. I just can't understand them. But that doesn't stop me, for I have imagination, and accountancy is one of the creative arts. I also have the added fire-burning incentive of the boss coming in. Always clears the mind.
Otherwise the good mood lives on.
posted by Stephen | 1:44 PM
4 Comments:
Can I give you my receipts too? ;)
Thanks Kate, actually if you did that might help the $30 'black hole' I've discovered...
I can get my hands on some USA receipts with the correct date if youre really in a bind.
Of course, they will probably list my mother's grocery items or new bra or something but I think that's believable...
It will be tough, but I think with a bit of work, I can justify the reciept for the bra. Send it over.
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