It's been a very long, frustrating day. Not as bad as Sam the McMan, but annoying.
Dimwit in Engineering: "The Office of Research promised matching funds for our telescope and we received the federal funding and we've picked out our telescope so tell me what budget number to charge it to and who can sign."
Me: "(sigh). As the award letter stated, these funds are collected through the budget office. Please contact Janis Campbell in the budget office and reference award number 260-something or other."
Dimwit: "I want to know the budget number to charge the expense."
Me: "That is not how these funds are dispersed. [because giving dimwits like you the budget number for the 7.3M matching fund isn't a wise idea] Please contact Janis in the budget office who will help you transfer the funds to one of your own budgets."
Dimwit: "Okay, but I want to order the telescope and I need a budget number. The Vice Provost promised these funds last year. Give me the budget number."
Me: [beats head on desk.]
Turned in my final and was looking forward to coming home, slipping into my jammies, and beginning my vacation.
And while I was gone today one of the cats threw up all over my jammies.
