But the message was work related, for once. The forwarded part was a confirmation for enrollment in a one-day workshop on Office Management, and above that, Roxie had written, Hey Matt, wanna go? My treat.
“You gotta be kidding me.” Matt shook his head as he scrolled through the message. Accounts receivable and payable, checkbook balancing, purchase ordering, inventory and stock management…what the hell did he need a workshop on this for? He ran a pool—he was a lifeguard first, a swim instructor second, and an office manager only when the job called for it. He didn’t need to be told how to run the pool’s finances or fill his invoices. If it ever got to the point where he couldn’t manage it, he’d hire a secretary and stick to swimming, which was what he did best.
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