Why your AP department is a minefield waiting to explode
I woke up for a glass of water. Barefoot. Darkness. CRACK.
I didn’t step on a Lego. I stepped on something worse: A hard plastic Barbie. Specifically, on her pointy, rigid head. The scream woke up the cats, my two daughters, and probably the neighbors.
While nursing my foot on the sofa, I realized something. My living room floor is your Accounts Payable department. You think it’s just “girl stuff clutter.” A pile of PDF invoices here, a missed email there. But chaos has a price.
That doll cost $15. My visit to the podiatrist? $200. Your manual AP process costs you $15 in labor per invoice. But the duplicate payment you missed because Susie was tired of typing at 5 PM? That costs thousands.
We accept the mess because “kids will be kids.” It’s not. It’s bleeding you dry.
If you know a CFO walking barefoot on a floor full of toys, forward this to them.