(I work at the corporate accounting headquarters of a very large copy company. Let's call it Pinko's.)
Some mystery employee runs up a huge Pinkos bill at the Pinkos store. His boss, lets call her Poop Shoot, is a lazy schmuck who tells this mystery employee to go to Pinkos and put their huge order on the Pinkos card. They somehow forget to sign the bill and issue it a valid purchase order, but they use the goods and services nonetheless. Everything is fine and dandy because the job is done and they can give out their company Christmas cards or whatever the hell else they ordered.
A few months pass while the past due invoice sits on some accounts payable desk gathering dust and late fees. Then, AP, or INSANE IRATE ASSHOLE, calls me to find out who placed the order, why there are late fees, and why everything is so fucked up on our end. They remind us that were the worst company in the world for even THINKING to charge them for their order that they picked up, used, and neglected. And late fees? Holy shit, you might as well accuse us of slaughtering infants of the rich.
See, in the normal world of personal finance, if you forget to pay something or willfully neglect to do so, you understand the consequences of what youve done. When was the last time you decided that you didnt have to make your car payment because you couldnt find the invoice for it? Would you, in a million years, call your student loan provider and tell them that asking you to pay within a reasonable amount of time is simply too difficult? Of course not! Rational humans tend to feel a guilty when they have financial problemsthese people, however, are some weird mutant sub-species of humanoid who think that their job does not entail paying for services rendered, it is solely about assigning blame.
Guess where most of the blame goes? RIGHT HERE, BABY!! Thats right, behind door number three, you get me. Take the above scenario and multiply it by 40-70 times a day.
I cant wait to quit and spend most of my time giving a hoot about owls. I need to get laid and I need a burrito. In that order? perhaps.
EDIT: Marci got married? HUH?? wow!
Some mystery employee runs up a huge Pinkos bill at the Pinkos store. His boss, lets call her Poop Shoot, is a lazy schmuck who tells this mystery employee to go to Pinkos and put their huge order on the Pinkos card. They somehow forget to sign the bill and issue it a valid purchase order, but they use the goods and services nonetheless. Everything is fine and dandy because the job is done and they can give out their company Christmas cards or whatever the hell else they ordered.
A few months pass while the past due invoice sits on some accounts payable desk gathering dust and late fees. Then, AP, or INSANE IRATE ASSHOLE, calls me to find out who placed the order, why there are late fees, and why everything is so fucked up on our end. They remind us that were the worst company in the world for even THINKING to charge them for their order that they picked up, used, and neglected. And late fees? Holy shit, you might as well accuse us of slaughtering infants of the rich.
See, in the normal world of personal finance, if you forget to pay something or willfully neglect to do so, you understand the consequences of what youve done. When was the last time you decided that you didnt have to make your car payment because you couldnt find the invoice for it? Would you, in a million years, call your student loan provider and tell them that asking you to pay within a reasonable amount of time is simply too difficult? Of course not! Rational humans tend to feel a guilty when they have financial problemsthese people, however, are some weird mutant sub-species of humanoid who think that their job does not entail paying for services rendered, it is solely about assigning blame.
Guess where most of the blame goes? RIGHT HERE, BABY!! Thats right, behind door number three, you get me. Take the above scenario and multiply it by 40-70 times a day.
I cant wait to quit and spend most of my time giving a hoot about owls. I need to get laid and I need a burrito. In that order? perhaps.
EDIT: Marci got married? HUH?? wow!