Itís a good thing my only interaction with the Boss and his borderline illiterate son Tim is over the phone. Itís really a good thing Tim couldnít see me roll my eyes this morning as I was trying to decipher the cryptic note on his time card. Even so, I think he could feel my exasperation. He had to explain it backwards, forwards and inside out before it made any sense to me. Iím afraid at one point I put the phone down so I could make a double-handed gesture at it. So itís a good thing we were a hundred miles apart.
And yet, to his credit, he was quite patient. Itís not that he knew the note had words in it that donít exist and a grammatical structure that seemed to have been translated from the original Yoda. I just allowed him to think I was the stupid one, and when I finally got it, I apologized for being so slow to grasp his meaning.
This exchange almost trumped the original reason for his call, which was an accounting measure where I was the one who knew what I was talking about and he was the one who had trouble understanding. We deduct a specific monthly amount from the paycheck of one of our Kennel employees, to cover her kennel fees. He wanted to know where the money went. He asked if I deposited it into the company account, and I said it never left there.
He seemed to think I should write a check and deposit it back in, so that he could see the transaction. I explained that the accountant took care of it on the books, but when we hung up, I think he still believed I was being lazy and trying to get out of doing work that would make it easier for him to figure out what was happening. I fully expect another call from him, ordering me to do it his way so that he doesnít get confused. Like I have that kind of power.