…you know we’re deep into tax season around here. I thought since I’ve been so quiet I’d give you all an update on the hell that is my life this time of year – though my long-time readers already know that I’m usually pretty scarce between February and April (and know why). ;o)
So…yeah. I’ve had a helluva week. I’m mostly done with my biggest nightmare (yes, you Scout but it’s not your fault, it’s Paypal! Bastahds! You I love, them I hate. Much.) and have my second biggest nightmare yet to tackle – since I haven’t received his expense reports yet. Not a one, not even a lonely gas receipt. Seriously, I don’t think the guy has a clue that his time is running out.
…which reminds me, I have an extension to file. For a different client. Crap. *scribbles on to-do list*
As for the f-bomb, our friend Dave gave me his W2’s a couple of weeks ago and decided to stop by the other day to…get this…sign his ‘paper thing’ (yes, that is what he said and I sweartogsd he does it on purpose). I looked him straight in the eye (not easy since he’s 6’4″ in socks) and said, “F*ck you, Dave. Get. Out.” He laughed all the way to the car.
The jackass. He’s lucky he could still walk. ;op