Just an old-fashioned transfer
Today, with only a few days of delay due to various software issues, we completed the largest payroll in our history. I’m proud to have been part of such an endeavour, because we all like to be paid, don’t we. Still, any time the “envelope” reaches seven figures deserves a tiny celebration. So here goes: Whoopee!
Everything was controlled and cross-checked and calculated to the fraction of the hated penny. I’m sure some sleep was lost over the weekend, because one thing the corporate machine in this country requires is on-time delivery. This is not Russia! This week included a huge government payout; after years in court, the treasury board agreed that something known as salary equity would require redress. Today, we dressed.
No need to plan your armored truck bandit routine, as there was NO CASH INVOLVED. We are an electronic transfer enterprise. A credit to the pressure of the banking industry and a realization that huge geographic area requires different measures. Sometime around noontime, we sent the “key” off to Montreal, to trigger massive rounds of money movement. In concert with a lot of other institutions. A symphony of electronic twitches. Just an old-fashioned transfer, from our virtual pockets to the goverment. Taxes come first, don’t you know.
I won’t be able to splurge, either; I did not merit a penny extra. I’ve been equitably paid forever. No prejudice here. So, I can sit back this evening, having done my part to bring happiness to many others. A virtual Robin Hood without a forest or green leggings.
