Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

February 6, 1991

Dear Everyone:

Cute stamp, huh?  I mean the one on the left.  The one that says “This U.S. stamp, along with 25¢ of additional U.S. postage, is equivalent to the ‘F’ stamp rate.  This is because at the time that these stamps were being printed, the Postal Service still hadn’t decided how much of an increase in postage they were going to charge.  The ‘F’ stamp was easy:  Just print a stamp with a big ‘F’ on it (with a flower to go with the F – what do you suppose they’ll come up with when they decide to print the ‘G’ stamp?) and announce later what ‘F’ equals. 

But they knew that there were eleventy-million 25-cent stamps already in circulation that would need additional postage to-be-named-at-a-later-date.  So they came up with this:  The ‘F’ stamp. 

It looks like we may not get audited after all.  “Alma” did a wonderful snow job on the auditor assigned to our case and convinced the woman that there was nothing to audit.  Apparently, the purpose of an audit is to have an independent observer take a look at how you do business, recognize things that you might be able to do better, and make recommendations to that effect. 

“Alma” had a meeting (alone) with the auditor and assured her that 1) we had already identified all of our (completely insignificant!) problems, such as the CRMIS system which hasn’t worked right from day one, and were in the process of correcting them, such as replacing CRMIS with a whole other system; and 2) we were going to be having a complete Records Management Study which was supposed to start last October and is now scheduled to begin in May.  So what was the point of auditing us? 

The general consensus around here is:  This was a last ditch effort by “Chris”, our previous manager, who originally came from auditing and clearly still has ties there, to vindicate himself in not ever getting anything done in this department.  He wanted documentary proof that this department is operating on whim.  And we all know who’s whim that is. 

The other consensus is that “Alma” will go to remarkable lengths to prevent anyone from outside the department from finding out what goes on inside it.  She has gone so far as to flatly order me:  “Ah don’t want y’all tellin’ anybody how much work you have to do!”  Heaven forefend someone should find out. 

But the Study is coming.  She can’t sidetrack this one because the money’s already been allocated and her old boss, “Hubert Sager”, has been selected to be the Study Team Leader.  (This is the reason for the latest delay—he can’t be available until May 1.)  And, like the ancient Zoroastrians, I have faith that Good will triumph, not only over Evil, but over stupidity as well. 

In other news… 

The police have taken down the barricades in front of our building and the news stands have all made a break for it.  They are now back in their accustomed places, blocking the sidewalks and getting in the way of bus lines.  As for the barricades, which are actually portable pieces of fencing that link together, they have been left stacked up against the walls just in case.  You’d think the police might be concerned about somebody walking away with a few of these; but I guess it would take a lot of chutzpa to steal a piece of fence marked “Police Line, Do Not Cross.” 

Ashland 

I have received confirmation of our reservations at the “Cleopatra” Hotel:  One room with a queen bed for “Alice” and “Kelly”; one room with two queen beds for Mother, “Frankie”, “Jeannie” and me.  Now Mother is talking about changing our arrival date so that we can have a few days to bum around Southern Oregon before the intense play-going starts. 

Film at 11:00. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete 

PS.  We have had rain.  Not enough to end the drought, of course.  Just enough to flood out Interstate 880 during the morning commute.  P.

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