Not exactly a work situation, it's related to our Pheasants Forever chapter. I'd been the president for the previous 8 years, but last year I stepped down as president to assume the role of treasurer (I was burnt out on the pres, and our treasurer was screwing things up BIG TIME). The new president - who I personally selected because he seemed like he'd be the best choice - had apparently not been paying attention the previous 3 years he was on the board - he had no idea how to run the banquet, would ask for advice and then tell me why my advice was wrong (BIIIIIIG PET PEEVE OF MINE.) I've since learned to work "with" him , and things are getting better, he's starting to realize that MAYBE I know what I'm doing...
So, fast forward to last week. He's going to be attending a conference in January that the chapter is paying for, and he also ordered about $1,400 worth of stuff for our banquet. All fine and good, there were multiple times during my time as president I had $2,000 worth of chapter related expenses on my credit card. Except he insists on getting a check for the balance IMMEDIATELY. Placed the order last Thursday, and asked if he could stop by Saturday to pick up a check. Friday evening, he texts me and says "I've got a lot of stuff going on, I'll plan on stopping by your place around 8 Saturday". WTF??? Did you think to ask if this was okay? 10, I'd have no problem with... 8 AM on a Saturday? A man's ONE chance to sleep in a bit???? So I make sure to set my alarm, but I'm still running a little late, so I text him and say it'll be closer to 8:45 before I'm ready... his response? "Something came up, I'm not going to make it".
GRRRRR.
So Tuesday rolls around, and he emails me to ask if I could leave the check in my mailbox, and he'd pick it up Wednesday when he was in town. Except... I didn't get home from work Monday night until almost 9 PM. Tuesday was almost 8 PM. Taking the time to dig out the chapter checkbook and write him a check - for an expense that isn't going to hit his mailbox for another *month* was NOT very high on my priority list. To the point it didn't even cross my mind. By the time I got to work yesterday, I had a missed call, voicemail, and two emails from him. Emailed him back, explained that I had spent a cumulative four hours home and awake since Sunday, and hadn't had time to get a check written. Explained that Wed night was going to be *another* late night, and that I wouldn't make any promises about getting it ready for him for today.
.....So this morning I wake up a text message from him, sent at 6:50, saying "I'm going to get an early start, I'll stop by your place to pick up the check." WHAT PART OF "GOING TO BE A LATE NIGHT, PROBABLY WON'T GET IT DONE" DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND, A-HOLE???? In my not-quite awake state, I texted back and told him to meet me at my office at 7:30, no sooner.
7:15 my freaking DOORBELL RINGS. I was VERY tempted to answer the door dripping wet and stark freaking naked, as I was in the shower - and frankly, at this point, he DESERVED to be greeted by my overweight, pasty-white, hairy, and shimmering wet carcass. The moron rings the doorbell 2-3 times, and finally gets the picture and leaves. Sure enough, he's sitting in the parking lot of the office when I pull in. I have no idea if he picked up on the anger in my voice when he greeted me as I unlocked the door, but in order to keep from tearing him a new one right on the spot, I kept conversation short, thinking, "At least I'm done with this fool for a couple weeks"
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Not 30 min later, I get a phone call from him. Seems I picked the wrong set of numbers out of the mess of an email he had sent me, and one of the two checks got written for an extra $250. This @$$hole actually thought I was going to delay my work day (which was already looking to be long, as I had a 1.5 hour drive just to get TO the jobsite) to wait for him to get done with his clients and return to my office so I could write a new check.
Told him to just cash the check as it was, and deposit the extra money back into the chapter account at the next meeting. Next time he "offers" to take care of ordering something, I'm going to tell him to go f himself.