We who are on the companyís board of directors never see each other and frankly donít much like each other, so of course the required ďmeetingsĒ are mythical, and the minutes are manufactured from crushed and chopped boilerplate. Suddenly the accountant has decided he needs to see the minutes for the last five years. Not hard work for me. But busywork for sure.
The Boss started hounding me for the April bank reconciliation before May had even started. He wants to know ďhow weíre doing.Ē He wants everything to ďbalance,Ē including things that have nothing to do with each other. Itís hard to balance when the bank makes so many mistakes.
Actually, I make the mistakes, but I blame the bank. The Boss has no trouble believing that the bankís billion dollar computers can misplace a decimal or transpose figures. If I make an adjusting entry labeled ďbank error,Ē he accepts it. It gets me off the hook, not for the error itself but for the hours and hours I would have spent tracking it down. Busywork.
The change in the health insurance policy is his baby. It was his idea, and he volunteered to get the employees to fill out their applications, ďeven if we have to pay them overtime to do it.Ē Iím still waiting for the applications, and for him to decide what coverage weíre going to have so that I can figure out how much of a deposit the new HMO needs.
I guess for once instead of him hounding me, I have to hound him. Iím not inclined to wake up the bear if heís asleep, though. Iíll just wait until he asks me why it isnít done, and then Iíll gently remind him that heís the one holding up the lunch line this time.