It may not be hard to imagine this scenario…
We are sitting at the kitchen table. A yellow highlighter is in her hand. We have 11 out of 12 months of our HSBC statements strewn about in front of us. Some are still blank, others are sparsely coloured yellow. There are receipts about, computers are open, it’s 8:30 pm.
We’ve been at it for four hours.
“What do you mean we’re out of paper?!?”
The paper has run out and the last month’s statement we needed cannot be printed to commence with this preposterous highlighting exercise.
She is highlighting and I’m typing into excel so we can send our financial records to our accountant.
“Are you sure you only used the HSBC card for your business stuff? What about when you travelled to your auditions? What about those shows you went to see?”
“I don’t know J.D.!!! I don’t always pay attention to the card I’m using.”
Nerves are frayed.
There is much work to be done.
It’s three days before Christmas. It’s supposed to be a happy time.
It’s not a happy time.