Bill’s deep, commanding voice bellows in my direction. He marches toward me and slaps a file down on my desk.
“Give me ten copies of this report before the meeting. Copy each page and staple them together, one for each person.”
“No problem,” I turn around and say to Bill’s backside, which is already half way back to his desk.
No problem at all. This is why I put in three years at university - this is why I strove to achieve the status of Certified Practicing Accountant - so that I could make photocopies for Bill Mathers.
The report contains a preliminary version of the financial statements for our company. The auditors want to use it to identify the key areas which they will focus on during the audit process.
It’s twelve pages long, so to make ten copies, I must copy one hundred and twenty sheets of paper.
Don’t you just love the degree of forward notice I am given for these things? They were in his ‘out’ tray only yesterday morning and he has kindly given them to me a full twenty minutes before the start of the meeting.
No problem. As Bill’s humble servant, I will gladly drop everything, sweep aside all other priorities and copy one hundred and twenty sheets of paper in twenty minutes.
No problem at all.