The Unexpected Party

Yesterday was a pleasant surprise...a call at 7am from an aunt and uncle I haven't seen in...probably seven years. An impromptu lunch date (thank god for being able to set my own schedule after a rough tech week). And hugs goodbye. It was a brief meeting, but this far away from everyone I used to be close to...every minute is a joy.

Prior to lunch I had been hunched over a computer screen going line by line over budget spreadsheets to find out why my numbers did not match my boss's...emailing every few minutes to ask about an expenses that I know I wasn't responsible for. Only to find he had applied costs for tee shirts for the touring company (more of a tour expense than a costume expense), makeup (though I was told makeup and fx had it's own budget), and a $160+ charge on the last show. For glow paint. Paint which the scene shop had purchased for a previous show. Paint which I used less than an ounce of. Apparently for auditing purposes, he decided to list expenses where they are actually used. Something the business office requested. Funny, the business office found it ludicrous he was shifting around expenses for receipts long turned in. I politely (okay, maybe a little aggressively) suggested that as I had hardly used $160+ of paint for the show, I would prefer that expense be applied to shop overhead since, as it was purchased for a previous show, can now be more accurately described as stock. One of my co-workers laughed when I mentioned the email...saying I finally put on my bitch-kitty shoes. Apparently they're black patent leather with a 6" metal stiletto.

Part of me fears I may have overstepped my bounds. But as he insists he will not micromanage...I likewise refuse to BE micromanaged. If he wanted a ditz he could manipulate and control...he should have hired a ditz.