Two reports on two months of financials (one incomplete, because the financial statements have not yet arrived.)
One incomplete because all the invoices I need to examine are lost. This seems significant to me--not in a good way. How can we lose SIX invoices? The very ones I want to see? It's Zombie filing--in short, a shambling plot.
One report on A Year of Investments. Four pages of Excel Tables. Done.
Two unpaid insurance policies found and paid up. Every insurance policy examined to make sure they are ALL paid up. And, now back in Department of Labor compliance--oops! That was a near thing.
Insurance expires next month--oops! Two sets of contracts coming by Thursday.
One report on major repairs and the financing for that. This sounds rather more grand than it is, because all of the information is done by expert consultants. I only compiled it.
One report on Collections, still in work. Each account takes twelve to sixty hours to fix. Each person is angry.
Each ledger is screwed up. I have a list of twenty-three, and have completed eight of the Top Ten Debtors, plus various other people whose voices were the loudest.
Reconciled two bank accounts, updated ledgers for five accounts in legal collections, prepared hearing documents for three complainants to the Board, four petty cash reconciliations, one holiday fund/two disbursements, and one major systemic payroll snafu.
Four personnel conferences, one scheduling training session.
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Not done yet. The meeting is Tuesday, and the League will have tons of Ann T. and other papers to read before then.
The Zombies are sitting around and eating candy. I would cut up stiff about it, but I don't want them to screw up my work. I told Mycroft this, and he said, "Don't let them do a thing."
I still have my Zombie Thwack Gun, but they won't let me use it.
We are still looking for a manager . . . .