The next couple of days passed quickly. Marcus told Mary his plan to have her assume the full Office Manager role and she was ecstatic. She insisted on doing as much of it now as she possibly could so the transition would happen faster. I think she just wanted her raise to kick in sooner but I didn’t blame her. And she caught on quickly to things. In just two days, she had mastered every non-accounting related thing about my job.
Which was helpful because I had a lot of accounting work to do. Marcus was right, our sales had picked up and we were creating many more accounting transactions–purchase orders, vendor invoices, sales orders, sales invoices, etc. It all added to my work load. I didn’t mind really. Being busy made the time move faster.
On Thursday morning, Todd called to say he had some information about my Hawaii trip. I said I’d call him back at lunchtime–I didn’t need Mary snooping and hearing about a big expensive vacation. She would pepper me with endless questions, showing no mercy.
When I got to him, he was full of news.
“Jack, I called the place you wanted to stay near Kailua Beach. The family who owns it is willing to rent it to you, but they only have a three week window open starting a week from this Saturday and you have to rent it for the full three weeks. You can’t break it up. But if you take it, I negotiated a much better nightly rate of $1,500.”
“Wow, Todd. That’s huge. How did you do it?”
“I just pointed out requiring a three week rental when you only wanted one was a difficult burden, so they needed to meet me halfway. I knew they wanted to rent it. They don’t have anybody waiting on such short notice to snap it up, so it’s yours if you want it.”
“Yes, I want it! Can I really stay for three weeks?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want to do. You can even make it a kind of home base and then, if you get bored, you could branch out and see other islands on day trips, or even some overnights. You can see a lot of the islands if you give yourself three weeks.”
“Okay, I’ll do it. I think I can get away from here by then. But how will I get there? Did you work on that, too?” I knew the answer as soon as the question came out of my mouth.
“Of course, Jack. It’s what I do. I have a reservation for a non-stop flight leaving a week from Saturday that gets you into Honolulu a little after two in the afternoon. I’ll have a rental car ready for you along with directions to the property management agent who will accompany you to the house and help you figure out where everything is and how it all works. If you want me to set up some kind of butler service at the house for cooking and cleaning, I can do that too.”
“No, no. You’ve done plenty. Wow, Todd. Do you always think of everything?”
“Yeah, it’s what I do. I enjoy it, what can I say?”
“Well all I can say is thank you, thank you, thank you for doing all this for me. I can hardly wait to go.”
“You’ll have a great time, Jack. It sounds like an awesome place to hide out for a vacation. Oh, by the way, I got confirmation back from the lender. Your student loan has officially been discharged, paid in full. You should receive a letter stating so on official letterhead in about two weeks.”
“Awesome, Todd! Thank you again. But, that reminds me. If I’m leaving here in a week, what do I do about my mail? I mean, I won’t be here to get it anymore.”
“Go down to the post office and they will give you a forwarding address form. You can have it forwarded to the address we set up for your trust. We create one for every private trust so any correspondence has an official address to come to. Got a pen?” Todd gave me the address, which I wrote down. I would stop on the way home tonight and fill out the card at the Post Office. He made everything so easy. I hoped he was getting paid handsomely. He certainly deserved it, from my perspective.
We ended our call as I needed to get back to work. My mind started racing through all the things I still needed to accomplish before I could leave Chicago. My apartment needed to be sublet–I had three months left on it. And I needed to sell my car. I didn’t want to drive it to Denver. I had no idea how I was going to do either of those two things in a week’s time.
I left work a little early and detoured to the nearest Post Office. I found the yellow cards to have my mail permanently forwarded and I filled one out. As I was walking up to the counter to give it to the clerk, I saw a sign advertising Passport applications. I wanted one.
When it was my turn, I handed over the yellow mail-forwarding card and then asked for a passport application. She pointed me to a side door off the lobby and told me to knock on it and someone would help me. I followed her instructions and, sure enough, fifteen minutes later I had a passport photo taken, my application filled out and the fee paid. I used the Denver address. I also paid for express processing–I wasn’t sure just how soon I might need it.