Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Just enough.

I think it's time to stop paying the mental tax at the prison-bank. Last October, the controller asked me to find and close $25 million so that the prison hits budget for the first time in three years. I struck the final deal on December 22nd and set in motion to close on December 29th. The genius that is the warden asks the controller to ask me to delay the close until the 2nd or 3rd of the year.

But why? Why not be above budget? Cuz they wanted to start 2007 with a bump. Okay, I push the close to the 3rd.

Guess what happened?

On the last business day of the year, a bunch of repayments come in after 3PM. I left the office at 245PM and return 830AM on the 2nd to find out that the portfolio started 2007 at $1.8 million below budget.

Fucking warden shoots himself and everyone in the foot with that genius move.

January was a rough month as I stopped smoking. Yes, I stopped but haven't quit as I know I will smoke a few here and there before I die. The prison job really tempted me to run out and buy packs of smokes just to deal with their stupidity. Now the warden is feeling the heat and making demands to meet half of 2007's budget by May.

Of course, there's no incentive other than the threat of being fired. Even that threat is toothless as I know they need me given the relationships I've built up over the years and my steady production. I keep telling myself that it's cushy as long as I continue to deliver. Just enough.

Just enough.

To get the warden and his mistress fired.

Just enough.