My Friend Harry
of Harry when he has budget matters on his mind, especially when he’s at odds with the Financial Directors.
it just didn’t matter to them when most of Seaview’s compartments had to be drained of stagnant seawater we’d
been forced to flood them with just to kill that damn mutant plankton that threatened to break us apart.
could be salvaged, but it was going to take more than a month to dry out and be rewired. Which is why Harry was pacing about
like a caged lion. Some of his pet projects, not to mention a few government
contracts, would have to wait until the accountants dotted every i and itemized everything from burnt circuits to waterlogged
bread flour before any work could be done to get her back up and shipshape.
So he growled
like a bear and snorted like a warthog at everyone, including Angie. Then one
fine day all hell broke loose. She started to cry and immediately he told her to take the rest of the day off by way of apology.
No way he wanted to ruffle her feathers! Then he drafted me to finish the spreadsheet
she was working on for the Directors. Due at 5 pm he said.
Of course, it
didn’t help that I hadn’t a clue on how the damn software worked, or that I couldn’t type without using
one finger at a time. I got the
thing done, however, and was proud of it, all those columns so neat and tidy with everything lined up with how much for screws,
motherboards, wiring, paint, totals, etc.
took one look at it, shook his head, sighed theatrically, and told me not to quit my day job. Seems my columns were askew
slightly, throwing off all the balances. Then he said the ‘heck with it’, slapped me on the back, and took me
out to dinner.
care that it was McDonalds, I’ve never met a French fry I didn’t
As for the Directors,
well, when he explained Angie was overworked and he’d chomped a bit, they were more than accommodating and said to go
ahead and make repairs and they’d figure out the money after.