Never send a business man to do a psychopath's job.

I did not binge yesterday! That's the first Saturday in a loooong time. A combination of stressful factors contributed to it, I think. One of them being the visitation of my father, and the other being the Boss. 


Boss sent me the following text on Saturday morning: "WHY did you write Essex County a check for $965?!?"


Ok I know I'm a tard with math and numbers, but I'm not that bad. Nevertheless, I nearly went into cardiac arrest, and felt fairly certain I was about to be fired. We went back and forth texting--me at home and him in the office trying to find the check stubs--and then I was just like feck it and went into the office myself to sort it out. 


It turns out that, for reasons unknown, some kind of glitch in our accounting software caused two checks (one for $925 and one for $40) to show up as a single check for $965 when the Boss printed out last week's accounting list to do his bank rec, and thus the $925 that we paid in rent showed up as being on the same check as the $40 we sent to Essex County.


And I found the check stubs that Boos said were "missing," in about five seconds, proving that I wrote out both checks correctly.  


>_<


Way to destroy my Saturday morning. 


I wish I had a job that I loved. Like really loved, rather than just liked and accepted. Remember when we were little? At age 5, you knew exactly what you wanted to be when you grew up. Or at least, you had a few solid ideas. What happened to that certainty? When I was in kindergarten, I could only see three career possibilities for myself as a grown-up:


Fairy Godmother

Cowboy

A Bus Driver

Or a Super Villain.

And I knew for certain that one of those career choices would lead to a blissfully happy adulthood. Perhaps one day, I shall find myself in my dream job, but at this point I think that's kind of a silly fantasy, especially as I have no idea what my dream job actually is. 


Aside from super villain, of course. 


What were all your dream careers when you were 5?