Houston, we have a problem 2

My favorite accessory isn’t my Lancaster day-to-day bag, my genuine lizard party bag and definitely not my mobile phone. My mobile exists only for the purpose that I can make a phone call, like if I am stuck in traffic or in a shoe boutique. I hate when it rings, and if someone sends me a text message, don’t expect me to read it before a week or two. I have totally repressed the reception part of my mobile.

No, my favorite accessory is my company credit card. If I don’t have money on my own account, there certainly is money on my company’s account. I usually have a good explanation why I have used the company credit card, so good that nobody doubts my sincerity. I have always been a good story teller, even people haven’t always believed me. Like at lycée, when Mr T every Friday put us in hell’s fire for absence declarations. I did skip quite many boring lectures so every Friday I had to explain why on Monday I wasn’t on history lecture, on Tuesday on chemistry, on Wednesday biology etc. The dreadful Mr T used to say to me: “Well, now tell me why you skipped the lessons. But don’t you think for one second that I believe a word you say, your incredible excuses just have a great entertainment value.” He did have a soft spot for me and my creative mind.

Well, the company credit card is a fantastic accessory, until I have to present the actual receipts. I have no problems explaining why I have spent 4500 kr in Sheraton Stockholm, 3500 kr in a Michelin restaurant in Stockholm, 2800 kr at DSB kiosk, xxxx kr in restaurants in Copenhagen and xxxxxxxxx kr in taxis. BUT I CAN’T FIND THE RECEIPTS!

This is totally incomprehensible for people who know me. I am a very tidy person, ORDENSMENNESKE. As a lazy person, being tidy makes your life easier, never needing to search for things as “Alt på sin rette plads" (quoted from JB workbench), ordung muss sein. At work I am the example for everyone being well organized and at home the family lives under my tidiness tyranny. Only the hamster can make any mess it wants in its little rat kingdom of 40 x 60 cm. So how can it be that my company credit card receipts disappear? God, if you help me to find the above receipts I promise not to sin the rest of the January.