Romance Novella 5
The arrival of Gerald Smith, employee of Revenue Canada, did not go unnoticed. The body language would really have been more suitable upon the commandant of Dachau.
The Finance Division Chief groaned inwardly, nothing but trouble with that clown. Today, looks more bitten than I've ever seen him. Lord help us once he does whatever he does today.
Gerald's job was travel claims for employees. The other two finance people, accounts payable and financial statements also shuddered inwardly. They too would live with the fallout. When Gerald was away on breaks they would hear about his sins.
On the very first claim, the claimant had multiplied kilometers by the 49.5 cent rate and had the temerity to round up half a penny. With a wicked smile, Gerald rounded down, reducing the claim by one cent.
When an individual who pays for monthly parking for his own car must use this on business, the monthly rate is divided. Next claim divided by the conventional rounded 20. Wrong, 21 business days in that month, Gerald reduced the claim accordingly, 13 cents.
Every week, you must send out pre printed round trip memos to those people who are late clearing their travel advance after a trip; get it in in 5 days. This time, Gerald's signature was sharp, stark, thrice as large as usual.
Then he reduced someone's personal phone call allowable on a trip by 4 cents.
After work, he felt so good he went for an espresso to celebrate. Four angry visitors already, this was going to be every bit as much fun as AAW.
Word was the original Gerald was a hawk, good, let them see an ultrahawk.
Tuesday morning brought the tidal wave, there being a time delay in interoffice mail being distributed. By lunch, Gerald was in seventh heaven. This beat the crap outa those wimpy AAW people by a long shot.
That afternoon the Division Chief called him in for a little chat on the merits of moderation. When he stopped for breath, Gerald demanded, "Chief, am I actually breaking any rules?"
Blushing, the Chief replied, "well ah no."
"Then I suggest you mind your own business," got up and left.
The Chief stared out the window, lost in thought. This guy just keeps on getting worse. With any luck, pawn him off on HQ, he'd be perfect there.
The Finance Division Chief groaned inwardly, nothing but trouble with that clown. Today, looks more bitten than I've ever seen him. Lord help us once he does whatever he does today.
Gerald's job was travel claims for employees. The other two finance people, accounts payable and financial statements also shuddered inwardly. They too would live with the fallout. When Gerald was away on breaks they would hear about his sins.
On the very first claim, the claimant had multiplied kilometers by the 49.5 cent rate and had the temerity to round up half a penny. With a wicked smile, Gerald rounded down, reducing the claim by one cent.
When an individual who pays for monthly parking for his own car must use this on business, the monthly rate is divided. Next claim divided by the conventional rounded 20. Wrong, 21 business days in that month, Gerald reduced the claim accordingly, 13 cents.
Every week, you must send out pre printed round trip memos to those people who are late clearing their travel advance after a trip; get it in in 5 days. This time, Gerald's signature was sharp, stark, thrice as large as usual.
Then he reduced someone's personal phone call allowable on a trip by 4 cents.
After work, he felt so good he went for an espresso to celebrate. Four angry visitors already, this was going to be every bit as much fun as AAW.
Word was the original Gerald was a hawk, good, let them see an ultrahawk.
Tuesday morning brought the tidal wave, there being a time delay in interoffice mail being distributed. By lunch, Gerald was in seventh heaven. This beat the crap outa those wimpy AAW people by a long shot.
That afternoon the Division Chief called him in for a little chat on the merits of moderation. When he stopped for breath, Gerald demanded, "Chief, am I actually breaking any rules?"
Blushing, the Chief replied, "well ah no."
"Then I suggest you mind your own business," got up and left.
The Chief stared out the window, lost in thought. This guy just keeps on getting worse. With any luck, pawn him off on HQ, he'd be perfect there.
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