What's with the Hutt and money?

Several weeks ago, we sent the Hutt an email, asking for money to purchase supplies for an event. When we finally got a response, a full half a day later, it was nasty.

"It doesn't work that way anymore," growled the Hutt. "You can't just have money without proof. Don't you know I have to shop for you?"

Seeing as you've never told us...

Now, shoes and the Hutt have been been hinting all summer that something is going to be different about our purchasing procedures. They've never said exactly what. Apparently they've picked secrecy as their management style. So no, we didn't know that we couldn't buy our own supplies anymore.

Trying to be good employees, though, we apologized for not knowing something we've never been told. Then we made a detailed shopping list (we're talking exact product name, color, quantity, and expected price) and emailed it to the Hutt. Then we waited.

Nothing. No supplies. No mention of the list. 

Finally, three days before our event we were frantic. We resolved to speak to the Hutt that very morning. At our weekly staff meeting the Hutt finally noticed mention of our event on the list of topics. "Oh, I have to go shopping tonight," it said. "Hee hee."

We are not amused.

The story does not end there. The next day, the Hutt brings us several bags. The price on a few items had changed. The Hutt bought too many of one item and the wrong variety of another. And there was no poster board, something we specifically needed. "Oh, that's still in my car," said the Hutt. "It was too heavy to bring in this morning." 

Poster board. Too heavy.  

This stuff must weigh a thousand pounds.