One
of Mike’s hobbies is tracking our finances. I say it’s a hobby because he’s a
bit compulsive about it, tracking each transaction whether debit or credit. He
believes in the value of knowing where we stand financially. My part is to
present my shopping receipts, and I (usually) don’t have a problem with it.
Mike
has used Quicken as our home accounting program for years, painstakingly making
entries and reconciling accounts, but with his new computer and accompanying
updates, Quicken was no longer working for him. Sometimes you’re just forced to make a change, and Mike apparently Mike was due for that. As he explored
different home accounting programs, he discovered he could tie all our accounts
directly to the accounting program. Suddenly he saw how much easier the new
system was going to be. (At least, I think he did. I no longer hear the “kicking
and screaming.”)
But,
in order for the new system to work efficiently, we would have to link to our
bank account. So we headed to the small home-owned bank where we have kept our
checking account for the last 20 years.
Mike
sat down at the customer service desk, explained that he was making a change in
his accounting system and asked with which accounting programs their system would
be compatible. The rep’s eyes glazed over. She excused herself and came back
with another employee to listen in. Mike went through it again, and this time
two faces registered confusion.
I
knew he was talking over their heads, so I tried. “You see,” I began, “Mike
tracks our finances. He can tell you everything I spent this year, item by item
– how much, when, where, and what it was for. In addition, he tracks our
investments.” Now the two faces registered disbelief and something else – maybe
horror, as in “how dare he do that to you!”
“So-o-o-o,
this is a home business?” one of them ventured to ask.
“No,”
I said. “home accounting.”
“Well,
that’s certainly a good idea,” the other said.
A
good idea!?! This is a bank. You mean, this is the first you’ve heard of home
accounting? But, I didn’t say it. I fell silent, realizing it wasn’t worth it
to talk at all.
“You
do know you can log into your account?” they offered.
“No,
I can’t,” said Mike. “It won’t let me in.”
“Sometimes
that happens,” they said. “We can help. . .” but then they couldn’t.
Next,
they decided Mike should talk with the bank’s IT person by phone at another
branch. This person was also unable to answer Mike’s question.
So,
that’s what we did. We opened an account at the local branch of a large bank
where Mike didn’t need to explain anything. The manager knew exactly what he was
talking about and was knowledgeable and helpful all through the process. KW
[I
admit these photos do not relate to the subject of accounting, but I thought
these pictures of the hot air balloon would be more interesting. I took them
this morning from the town house.]
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