Music Ho.

Oh, oh how it pains me to pay retail for music. I'm a big fan of buying used. I may not get something the exact nanosecond it comes out, but my tastes are not that cutting edge anyway. Pappa Sauce and Odie (official younger brother of Special Sauce) got me a record store giftcard for Spendmas, and I just used it today...


Now I have shiny new music to listen to at work. And by new, I mean new to me, not necessarily new within the past... 3 years? yikes.


The Grateful Dead- Workingman's Dead. Yeah, I realized I have absolutely no Grateful Dead albums. This needed to be rectified. It doesn't hurt that Uncle John's Band is one of my all-time favorite songs, and it's track one of the album. Happy mellow music to keep me pleasant at work.

The Band- Music from Big Pink. I also realized that the only Band I have is on the Bob Dylan album, and I don't always want to have to go through HIM to get to the good stuff. More happy, sorta wistfully mellow music to keep me happy at work. The Sing-along factor is high (actually it is on all of these, sorta).

Barenaked Ladies- All Their Greatest Hits. Yes, It's bouncy Canadian indie/mainstream rock, guaranteed to keep me pleasant at work. (A theme?) And, 1,000,000 Dollars is another all-time favo(u)rite song. And yes, I have always wanted a monkey. (Not a real monkey, that'd be cruel.)

The Flaming Lips- Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots- G. Monkey was playing this in the car on one of our ill-fated trips to Philly. I like it- very mellow, and Do You Realize is a great song, so pretty, yet so sad when you listen to the lyrics.

I am going to be one mellow girlie this week at work. :)

Also, I hope my office isn't bugged, or Bosslady is going to hear my horrible off-key singing all day long.


In other news...

There is an actual product called "Big Ben's Beef Jerky". I fear for the sanity of us all. I do, however have in my possession my playoffs shirt, styled after a Jack Daniels bottle, it's all about Big Ben football. (My folks went to the redneck ancestral homeland this weekend, and came back with Steelers Goodies... mmm.)


Bosslady wants to hire 2 other full time employees, once she has the funds for their salaries raised. I do hope that means I will get a raise when they come on staff.
Also. I hate our accountant. They have NO idea what they're doing when it comes to nonprofits, and never has it been made more abundantly clear than regarding a charitable orgs registration. This may be boring to some of you, so feel free to skip it. I need to vent.

Any idiot (like me) who read the instructions on the extension form could figure out that the state wants the following information when you file a request for extension:

1. Your Bureau of Charitable Orgs(BCO) application, completed.
2. The application fee- For our organization, 150.00
3. The application for extension, and check for late fee if applicable

In fact, if you read the application instructions, the only thing you're gettin an extension on is your financial information. That's exactly what we need, because nobody has been forthcoming with the check copies I need, nor has anyone clarified when exactly our fiscal year ends. That's pretty fucking crucial data.

So what does our accountant (the condescending, pompous jerkwad, whom I hate with the fire of a thousand suns)say we have to submit? The extension application, and a check for 15.00. Also, he fudged the date that we received the check that put us over the legal limit for not having to register.

I HATE this man. I have also made it abundantly clear to bosslady that he is wrong, and SHE knows he's wrong. She wants to use it as leverage to get her fees reduced, because he's an incompetent. I say choose your battles. The man's a fuckup, and if his incompetence screws up our BCO registration, we cannot solicit donations within our state. Period. This puts a serious hurting on our fundraiser, and kind of defeats the whole purpose of being a nonprofit organization. Sure, if he fucks it up, it's not the end of the world, but goddamnit, he should KNOW better.

Of course, I could let it slide, if it wasn't for the fact that he treats me like a four year old when he calls me. No, math is not my strongest suit, but I have worked in banking. I have a calculator. I have used QuickBooks. I may be better at writing and art, but just because I have boobs doesn't make me a total twit.

Arrrr...

Wow, I didn't mean to get so bitchy and ranty about that, and again, you probably don't care, but it felt good to get that off my chest (metaphorically speaking.)