I am becoming ever-so-slightly
irked by my own lack of focus lately. Actually, it’s probably more accurate to
say that I am irked by my inability to control where I am focusing lately. I’m hyper-fixated on problems at work, and having a lot of trouble focusing on anything
OTHER than that.
Which led to a rather awkward problem this week.
My new job, see, is a bit different from most – instead of
being a W2 employee of a contract agency, I reorganized our Enterprises from a
general partnership to a limited liability corporation. That’s right. It is now Enterprises
LLC, and you are talking to the chief
executive member. {attempts to look dignified
and business-y…fails…}
Anyway, I filed all the governmental paperwork way back
in April. The LLC-1A to do the reclassification is done. The articles of
organization properly written out. The business license is safely stored. Appropriate
insurance policies purchased.
There was only one thing left to do, and that was to open
a business banking account – because one can’t trot into their bank with a
check made out to ‘My Corporation LLC’ and try to deposit it into Sarah Jane
Smith’s account – even if My Corporation LLC is technically a ‘disregarded entity’ (meaning that Sarah Jane
Smith is the sole ‘member’ and will be paying the corporations taxes via her
own 1040 come April). Or even if the name of the company is “Sarah Jane Smith
LLC.”
But then, well, I was waiting for all the paperwork I’d
need to present to the bank in order to open the account to be finalized, and
then…um…well, I got distracted. And
while I have a list of excuses a mile and a half long, I still really shot myself in the foot there.
For those of you not keeping track at home, I started
this job in May. I just got my first check.
That’s one of the downsides to working this way: I bill the client at the end
of each month, and then they have thirty days [or so] to get around to paying
me…I won’t get paid for work I did last week until mid-September [or so].
So I got this check, which I’ve been anxiously awaiting because, well, let’s just say that the cash on hand situation around here has
gotten somewhat hairy. I’ve had “working
full time” expenses (most particularly, Vanessa the Great’s paycheck, which is
a fairly major ‘cost of doing business’ for me), but no “income” since April.
And then I looked at the check, which as totally expected, as is right and how it should be, was made out to Enterprises, LLC. And I said,
“Aw, @^*&@!” and slammed my forehead onto my desk a few dozen times because
GAH!! I never got around to opening the
blasted business checking account!!!!!
Opening a business checking account isn’t quite as fast
as opening a regular personal checking account – there are a few more forms to
fill out, and the bank also has to do a little more due diligence to ensure I’m
not a terrorist, money-launderer, or drug runner. Fair enough.
And no matter what
kind of account you open, the first thirty days or so are always the most restrictive you’ll have; for the first thirty days,
it is regular practice for longer holds to be placed on new deposits.
Which sucks from where I sit right now, but can’t really
argue with – I understand why they do
that.
Not to digress, but sometimes I hate my heavy background in banking…understanding why things are done a certain way makes
it hard for me to maintain a sense of outrage
when, darn it, they should just do it
differently for me. Because they should! Because I am not a check-kiter
OR a terrorist, and also I am NOT running drugs NOR am I laundering money!
I AM A SOUND FINANCIAL PARTNER, DAMN IT. PLUS ALSO, WELL,
I AM ME. WHICH MEANS I AM SPECIAL AND
SOME JUNK. NOW, BEND OVER BACKWARDS
AND GIVE ME WHAT I WANT, EVEN IF YOU DON’T MAKE THE SAME OFFER TO EVERYBODY
WHICH WILL TOTALLY GET YOU SUED FOR BAZILLIONS OF DOLLARS IF AND WHEN YOU’RE
BUSTED DOING IT! (Um…yeah, uh, about that…well…I promise I won’t
tell…?)
Anyway, I’m
looking at between three and five business days to even get the account opened, followed by (probably) a ten
business day hold being put on the funds. Whereas if I had gotten off my arse
and gotten it done back in May, when I meant to, well. I’d be past the 30-day window, and could have
deposited that check three days ago and had the money transferred to the
household checking account to cover such trivial details as Vanessa the Great’s
next paycheck and gas money.
Crap-apples.
…sigh…
Oh well. Serves me right for letting myself be that way. Being tired or out of
sorts, or too busy or too sick or whatever
doesn’t mean you get a free pass to not do things you don’t feel like doing – if anything, it just
means that it is more important than ever to keep the “first things first”
mantra going.
Which I totally know. But occasionally still decide to
ignore, even though I also know it will lead to something like this – I’ve got
the cash I need right in my hand, but I can’t actually use it for another couple weeks. Argh.
Being a grown up sure can suck sometimes, can’t it?!
…even if we can
sneak downstairs right after we just told one of the kids “NO, you can’t have
ice cream right now! AFTER dinner, AFTER dinner!” to dish ourselves up a bowl
of rocky road, eating it in secret behind a locked bedroom door under the cover
of “paying bills”…
(Well, it sounded really
good. Plus I always end up not getting any, because lately after I’ve eaten actual food my stomach likes to go on
strike so when we’re dishing up dessert I’m usually going, “…eh, nah, I don’t
think I can handle it…” so the entire
box of ice cream is gone and I don’t get any.)
(I’m sure I can come up with a few more rationalizations
if you guys give me a minute. Probably could come up with dozens of them. I need the
calories to maintain weight? Or how about, Because I need the calcium, to help with the charley horses? See? I
excel at rationalizations! It is my calling, y’all…)
3 comments:
Ahh... Paperwork. How can I procrastinate about thee? Let me count the ways....
I hear you. I hate filling out forms by hand. Or dealing with people to whom I've provide 5 forms of data and they still can't spell my name correctly. And it's not as if I was using my Polish/Ukrainian married surname, either!
Purely sucks, when you have no one but yourself to blame. I feel your pain.
Growing up really sucks, doesn't it? Bummer.
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