Honestly, I have no idea how much more of the new Flaming Liberal Campus Financial System I can take.
To make a long story short, For the All Holy Day of Fiscal Year End, I happily put my project house in order. All the numbers were wrapped in pink pre-warmed tissue, snug in their little boxes. This was June 30.
On July 1 8 AM, the house was not only on fire but swatted by a tsunami and shivered to the ground by a massive seismic event. The some of numbers were found shivering and soggy in the gutters, others have run off, a few decided to become cowboys and the other 50 million are MIA. No amount of tissue can repair this catastrophic fuckup.