Dead Beats

Ack! I hate making collection calls. I don't quite understand why I feel like my boss is blaming me for the A/R being as high as it is. There is not much else I can do about it, short of getting a baseball bat and personally visiting the offending accounts.

It's rather lonely in my corner at work this week. My co-worker, K., is on vacation in Maine this week. She is camping with a large family group near Bar Harbor. As much as I'm envious of vacations in Maine, the camping part turns me right off. I haven't been camping since my late twenties. I think I'm too old for it now. I expect a clean bed, linens, a private bathroom... Yes, I do believe my camping days are over.