My father doesn’t work for the money. He works because he was raised to do what’s right — combined with a deep workaholic streak that some might call a form of substance abuse, unlike the alcoholism we’ve seen in other parts of his family. Invoicing, however, has always been his Achilles’ heel.

I’ve been nagging him about it for over 30 years. At this point I’m convinced he forgets several hundred thousand kronor every year by delaying or simply not sending invoices.

Before I left for Sicily, I told him straight: any documents not sent to me by the Friday before I left on the Saturday would have to wait at least 30 days after I got home — possibly 60. I managed to squeeze out about ten documents. Then it stopped.

We landed on last Sunday. Last Monday — less than 10 hours after we got home — he called and asked if he could come by to get a quote printed out.

After more than 30 years of this, he still hasn’t learned to prioritize invoicing. But he couldn’t even wait 10 hours for help with a new quote.

Some patterns are apparently unbreakable.

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