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Find The Boots

Rantings from a few corporate types about life, technology, travel, guns, politics, and everything good in the world.

Soup and Three Martoonis

Monday, July 24, 2006

Friend of mine shot me an email about a hilarious blog entry for a corporate warrier fighting the good fight with el-counters del-beanos. Let's just say that he had to fight for his right to expense dinner as a bowl of soup and three martini's.

Side note: why can't we ever have a corporate travel policy designed by someone who used to, you know, travel?

On second thought, it'd be full of working and effective anti-Boots rules, so never mind.
Let's just say that he has much received wisdom about proper receipt maintenance!

On the other hand, through the judicious use of trackbacks (who thought of that? great stuff!) there is this particular tight-a** who seems to think that someone is being ripped off by expensing alcohol, stuff stolen whilst travelling, etc, etc.

Ok, let's think about this. You leave home on Sunday afternoon, Delta breaks the handle and wheels on your Tumi (when you gate check it for the RJ!), you spend all week in Cleveland (oh tempora, oh mores!), carry the freaking rollaboard home, and you arrive Friday night around 11;30 to find that your car has a scratch on the door from the Airport parking lot.

I will say it now: no matter what your expense policy is, you are a fool if the company doesn't pay for the repair. One way or the other.

And if you need to consume a significant percentage of your bodyweight in Vodka to make it all work, expense that too!


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