One armed bandit
Friday, July 14th, 2006I had a whole long and boring post in my head this morning about how no-one should EVER leave me in control of money, and the fact that until we get an accountant, I am in charge of the finances for this organisation, and it’s scaring the hell out of me. Every time someone comes and says “I need this much†I hear “Give me the cash, bitch, and if I fuck up the receipts, you’ll be paying! Mwahahahahaâ€. I already owe the organisation N$500 of my own money, thanks to receipt mismanagement on our recent tour. My new catchphrase is “Jesus, where did the bloody receipts go THIS time?â€
Anyway, then I went out for lunch just now, and got in a cab to go to the mall, and I realized that my taxi driver only had one arm. It kind of put the finances out of my head.
I was thinking about this over my lunch, and wondering whether I’m wrong to be alarmed that my taxi driver only had one arm, and is this being discriminatory towards one-armed people, god forbid I should ever be discriminatory. But then I thought, that’s like using a cellphone while you’re driving – if you don’t have two hands to spare, goddammit, pull over.
So. Now I am going back to digesting my sushi.
Talk amongst yourselves.
