Sometimes it doesnít pay to be a dedicated worker bee. Sometimes I wonder what in the world Iím thinking when I start a project on a Saturday afternoon knowing I wonít be able to finish it. Maybe I forget how dedicated this bee can bee. Be.
As it turns out, no one has been reconciling the Kennelís bank statements for a long, long time. Iím not even sure how many months it adds up to, because until now Iíve been working backwards. I started with the current month, moved on to last month, and worked my way back until I was thoroughly confused. On a happier note, in this process I also uncovered a humongous bank error that put a few thousand clams back in the account.
Today, in the midst of trying to find numbers here and numbers there so that I could make sense of all the discrepancies, I decided to find a starting point, make an adjustment, and work forward. For some reason I picked January 2008. Maybe thatís because it was the earliest bank statement I could find without digging through boxes in the garage.
But it was a mistake to start so late in the day, because once I got going I didnít want to give up until Iíd uncovered all the errors. It seemed important to know exactly how much money we had in the bank. It might keep us from bouncing checks, as we did last summer when we thought we had a few thousand more than we actually had. It was scary and creepy and enough to keep me going until the wee hours. Stupid, stupid bee.