"I'm not sure you understand
what I am supposed to be doing for this company...."
Nick backs off, pulls up a chair
and sits directly in front of Allen's desk. "Well, tell me. This is my company
now and I need to know what my controller thinks."
By my wings, if that guy would just
send up a simple prayer! I’m Mork, Allen’s guardian angel. I used to have more daily work when
his mother was alive. Now, there was a prayer warrior, always praying for Allen and for his sister Melanie, and myriads of other people.
We angels had plenty of interesting and entertaining work when that woman was
alive.
Oh, just got an order. Don’t quite know what to do with it. I mean
Allen could use some tips from his mom. “Get this guy out of my office.”
Can you believe that? What kind of powerful prayer is that? Send my problem
away. Does he not know this problem could use attention now?
Well, mine is not to question. Mine is to get Nick out of here.
Too bad Nick doesn’t have a guardian angel with him, I could use some
help with this. If a guy doesn’t come with a guardian angel you know that God
knows he is unlikely to ask for a stitch of help. The Nick-type guy thinks he
can run the world on his own, thank you very much. Never asks for help. If and when
he does, a bunch of us have orders to be ready to get on the case. That’s when
you see amazing miracles. In the meantime
his angel gets to do temporary assignments other places.
Allen pulls up a job description on his computer.
He reads out, “My job is to safeguard assets and assure accurate and timely
recording of all transactions by implementing disciplines of internal audits,
controls and checks of this company.
This includes managing the accuracy and
productivity of day-to-day activities of accounts payable, cash disbursements,
invoicing/billing, customer credits and collections, payroll, perpetual
inventory integrity, fixed asset records, entity accounting, cost
accounting, etc.”
Way to go Allen. You will bore him out of here in no
time.
“Develop,
improve and issue timely monthly financial records for the board of directors.”
“There is no
board of directors. I am the board,” Nick says.
“When did
that happen?”
“Yesterday. They all resigned.” Nick looks at Allen stone-faced.
Allen
winces and continues, “I also have to assure financial plans are consistent
with organizational goals, provide financial analysis tools to evaluate company
ventures or special projects, etc., manage banking relationships, assure that
assets are not awkwardly encumbered with personal guarantees or unrealistic
commitments…”
“What does
that even mean?” Nick asks.
“Basically I
have to make sure this business is about this business and other commitments
don’t get in the way.”
“Okay, I get
it.” Nick stands up.
“There’s
more.”
“Send me a
memo.”
Nick
is doing the glance at the watch thing. I don’t think he actually looked at the
time. That’s just my opinion, of course.
Nick
is out of here. Prayer answered without my help.
Allen puts his head in his hands. “Lord, what will I do?”
Okay,
that prayer will go directly to the throne room of God and if Allen tunes in he
will hear an answer. My guess is that he is not expecting an answer and won’t
hear it. There it is, “Trust me.”
Clear as a church bell.
“Lord, why don’t you answer me.” Allen looks up at the ceiling,
Told
you, he is not listening. Sometimes I would just like to give him a little
seminar. Not in my job description. Too bad!
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