Oh, internet, what would you do? I am mad at myself.
I used to spend a lot a lot a lot of time volunteering for a not-for-profit organization. Since I started grad school I have cut waaaaay back, but I am still treasurer for our local chapter. One of my fellow volunteers decided to donate some money to the organization and sent the check to me in the mail.
I lost it.
I have now searched through the kids' paper tray, the adults' paper tray, the loose papers, the knitting bag, the library bag, the miscellany on top of my dresser, the cubby where unpaid bills live, the treasury materials, the magazines, and a number of other spots where a distracted treasurer might stick an envelope. I can see her handwriting on the front of the envelope: CJ Most-Gladly, with the hyphen. I was in THIS VERY ROOM thinking, "How nice of her." Then it disappeared into the ether.
It might be in the recycling stack. I hope not. The recycling stack is pushing 3 feet high right now. Don't tell FlyLady.
Do I a) send a thank-you note and keep looking? b) bite the bullet and go through the recycling? c) apologize abjectly and ask for a replacement check?
Gah, I am grumpy. But hey, my filing is caught up.
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