I'm Not A CPA, Dammit.

They had a BooHoo breakfast for all us with Kindergartners. None of us were boohooing. Well, one was, but we stayed away from her. We weren’t sure what her problem was. The rest of us were more like, “Yahoo!!” Actually, that’s not true. The only two women I really knew there are like me. We suddenly don’t have kids at home, for the first time. I don’t want to say we’re lost, but we stayed longer at the breakfast than the rest because it just felt funny not going home to anyone.

Anyway, I had to stop by the school and finish the transferal of Treasurer duties. Do you know, they have a frickin’ BOX for me in the daggum office?! Yes! It has my damn name on it, front and center! And to make it frickin’ worse, they had already started sticking shit in it! There were things addressed to me!

I said to the secretary, “Oh. I see I have a… box.”
“Yes, “ she said cheerfully, “I made it up yesterday!”
Bah! I don’t want no freaking box!

Bills for me to pay, checks for me to disperse. Dammit. They were serious. I’m going to have to work at this job. And… And… And… I had never given any thought as to who gets money from the school Treasurer!!! I have paper people, because schools use paper. The teachers, because they buy supplies. We have over 20 teachers… all with invoices. Then all the computer bills, because we have computer tech support. I have people pulling me in the hallway saying, “Now don’t pay this bill, because they owe us for last year.. and…”. I’m standing there thinking, “Please tell me someone has all this crap written down and that someone isn’t just keeping notes in their damn heads.” Oh and I could go on and on. Luckily I am on the best of terms with the front office, I please and thank you them to death since I know their jobs suck. I know I’ll be living there over the next two years. Bah! No wonder the past School Treasurer is always so daggum giddy on the phone with me. She’s saying, “Suuuucker!”