May 17, 2006 05:19
Can't sleep like whoa, to use some of the modern lingo. Having all kinds of anxieties about the final state of the Morris House treasury. Wish desperately that I had come down harder about dues. Wish that the Student Bank wasn't such a gigantic pain that I never could get a straight answer about how much was in our accounts. The DJ for our spring party costs $350, and her payment is so wildly overdue that she's sending me her (justifiably) angry e-mails. I will say this here, because I'm confident that it won't be found:
I was never given a copy of the goddamn contract until finals! Do people think I'm magical? Do I look like a goddamn magical treasurer to anyone here? I'm not even a good treasurer! I was given a day to get it in, made it there one minute after they closed, and now I've had to sit on the goddamn paperwork until the Student Bank opens for one last day! I'm sorry I didn't drop everything in my life to demand to be given the contract, okay? I'm real goddamn sorry.
Phew, feels better.
The books are a mess, there's still $300 in Senior Banquet receipts that I haven't been given (notice a pattern? Though to be fair I hope I'm *not* given them, so that maybe the next treasurers can wipe out my mistakes with the rollover...), and I have no idea what will happen. Student Bank is not at all like a real bank, so there's a 50/50 chance that nothing will happen even if we are overdrawn.
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