Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

March 7, 1996

Dear Everyone:

Spent seven grueling hours last Saturday going over “Jeannie’s” 1995 records.  Well, they weren’t all grueling; at least part of the time was spent consuming French Silk pie at Baker’s Square (we broke for lunch between organizing and inputting), but I’d have to say there was plenty of gruel to go around. 

“Jeannie” showed up at my place with, among other things, a Nordstrom shopping bag filled with “miscellaneous” receipts, culled from the floor and seats of that rolling waste basket she calls a car.  When it comes to Records Management, “Jeannie” is definitely a “bag lady”.  She also had the letter from her tax accountant, which included a copy of last year’s tax form, showing all the categories for business-type records. 

Armed with this, and 23 years’ of experience in records management, I started making up “temporary” files for all “Jeannie’s” business expenses.  This meant writing the name of the file on a sticky note and putting it on a folder.  Every time “Jeannie” would suddenly come up with a new category, I’d write another sticky note and slap it on a folder, pausing occasionally to re-alphabetize. 

“Jeannie” would pull a handful of receipts out of the bag and go through them, assigning them to categories like “advertising”.  What goes into “advertising”?  Receipts from See’s candy stores.  Giving a box of chocolates to a lawyer’s secretary constitutes “advertising”.  So do Christmas cards. 

Any receipt that was vague, such as “Thank you.  $5.32”, fell into “parking”, a category that “Jeannie” uses often.  Any receipt that read “Large popcorn, medium diet coke” fell into the waste basket as it couldn’t be legally claimed as a business expense.  Apart from that, things were very flexible. 

Once everything was categorized, and we’d had lunch, we started feeding information into a couple of Excel spreadsheets that I’d set up.  One for personal expenses and one for business.  Being an organized and orderly type of person, I was inclined to start at the beginning of the alphabet and go through the categories systematically.  For instance, the first business expense would be “advertising”. 

Being the spontaneous and carefree type, “Jeannie” naturally picked up the “wardrobe and dry cleaning” folder next.  Never mind that there were a dozen folders in between.  OK, fine.  I could be flexible.  But I put my foot down when she kept trying to mix business expenses with personal ones.  Nevertheless, we quickly settled on a formula:  “Jeannie” would pick a category, then go through the receipts, canceled checks, etc., reading out the amounts which I would enter into the spreadsheet. 

I did insist that she include decimal points.  “425” and “425” may sound the same, but when one means “$425.00” and the other means “$4.25”, it can make a difference, particularly when dealing with the IRS. 

In the end, we had two spreadsheets, copied to a diskette, and two reports, showing total expenses, with details on a second sheet in case the tax man wants to see them.  When “Jeannie” meets with him today, I predict he will be pleasantly surprised, if he doesn’t go into shock. 

Movies... 

Since we successfully concluded the financial chores on Saturday, our reward was to go to a movie on Sunday.  We saw Up Close and Personal.  This could also be called “A Star Is Born...with TelePrompTers”.  It could also be called Pygmalion.  Robert Redford  plays the older (58) television journalist who takes the novice, Michelle Pfeiffer (38), under his wing and turns her into the reporter he wants her to be, then (surprise!) falls in love with her, all the while knowing that It-Will-Never-Work-Because-She’s-On-Her-Way-Up-And-He’s-On-His-Way-Down.  It was “inspired” by a book “based” on the career of Jessica Savitch, who had something to do with television news. 

As “Jeannie” pronounced afterward, “It was a very pleasant couple of hours.”  And the popcorn was good, too.  The movie is just as charming as it is predictable.  And it’s great fun to watch the evolution of Michelle Pfeiffer’s hair over the years.  Two hanky ending. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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