Latter February 2007
Tue 13 Feb
"DNA" recalls biology in high school. I am casting a critical eye on the class, thirtyfour years laster. I just wish I could read as fast as I used to back then.
Meanwhile, it's trying to snow today, which looks more like slop. I have pills to obtain before I get home in this weather. I just snoozed in the van for fifteen minutes I did not sleep well last night.
Wed 14 Feb
The snow last night turned into sleet and I had some time trying to get to work. I had to office to myself, so I slept on the floor during lunch.
Meanwhile, I had a boring review with an increase of 3.2%, barely keeping up with inflation. I would call it a cap, or a mediocre pay for a mediocre job in medocrity., I certainly will make too much for the saver's credit this year!
Ah! the memories of forty years ago today. It was a clash of mean grandmother and drunken teacher. The illustrious teacher told us the Firday before Valentine's Day that we were not exchanging valentines. Then she changed her mind on Monday. Subsequently, I endured my mother's complaints that evening and transferred that anger into the actual valentines. One of them, who really deserved it for teasing me, gave it back. Mean grandmother, instead of asking why it all happened, merely said she'd give it back as well.
Little did I know how close we were from leaving at that time. Perhaps it merely made the move more enjoyalbe, leaving only drunken teacher until June.
Thu 15 Feb
Last night the snow and the wind suggested an early closing. Nearly 7:30, after most preparers went home, I had my first client. I spent part of the morning trying to clear the ice on the front sidewalk in a windy -9ยบ temperature. The sun shone throughout the day, but it was cold. When I came home, I found the icy covering still along the driveway, making it hazardous to walk. Tonight looks daed again.
Fri 16 Feb
Last night was a bust at Block. I had one "client" who simply wanter to figure out how to file. Single without dependents would have cause her to owe ~$120. I suppose had I done it, I wouldn't have been paid anyway!
I asked for Bureaucrats' Day off, so I'll have one day off before Easter during tax season. At the very least, I must clean up the msees from the changing of the accounts. I should make up a list.
Tue 20 Feb
My day off was not enough to clean up seven weeks of neglect. I had too much unknowns pop up like zits.
When I arrived at work, I found no one had taken out the mail. I hust had fallen by a nearby shop on the ice and whacked my left thigh and less my left elbow. I almost whacked my head on the wall. Then a set of paperwork had remained missing.
Fri 23 Feb
Tuesday and Wednesday seemed to gang up on me. I even expected Block to have a disaster await me on Wednesday night. Actually it was last night that I spent much time administratively and commissionless. My only client did not have a photo ID, so she may come back on Sunday. The halfway point of the tax season is today. I have a session tomorrow afternoon.
The workflow slowed, so I began to transfer the older paperwork from the mills. I also moved some catalogs toward simplifying the storage.
Sat 24 Feb
Despite the cold and the wind, the strength of the sun grows. Last night was such a bust that I went home an hour earlier. A coworker gave me four Science News, which I read when I could stay awake.
Mon 25 Feb
Block was a bust and depressing over the weekend. In all events, I went home early. After the two calles I received yesterday from moron and ego, I was only too happy to leave at five, two hours early. Therefore, this morning I spent time shoveling the slop before coming to the regular job. The good part is that much of the salt ran off the vehicle.
Back at Block, I found the session on Saturday enlightening. I called all the former clients in which no one had sttempted. I did not get chance to continue it yesterday. Our office had 853 noncontacted clients!
Tue 27 Feb
The moron and the ego still bother me two days later. The moron called me to fix the address on the return five weeks after I did it and eight weeks after she'd applied for an imal. The W-2 still had the address as well. To solve this silliness, I had to look for a telephone book for the number to call Harrisburg. Apparently she didn't have a book -- and is thirty, about two weeks older than Matthew Wayne Shepard would be now.
The other amusement was Scott Rodrigues, whose lentigenous face covers this issue of BusinessWeek. He'd be three months older than Matt.
The ego must have been angry at someone and took it out on me. She needed confirmation on all-states for New York (and our specialit is very thorough). She implied that I could tell her whether she owed taxes to Pennsylvania. Eventually the solution was simply to have the specialist call her the next day.
Her imperious mood contrasted with how I reacted when I called Shields back in early September 1987. I asked whether bankruptcy was the only option to end the hold on my registration. When I received the suggestion that I pay the defaulted leans, I didn't snoot, "I don't like your attitude. I want to talk to a supervisor."
"DNA" recalls biology in high school. I am casting a critical eye on the class, thirtyfour years laster. I just wish I could read as fast as I used to back then.
Meanwhile, it's trying to snow today, which looks more like slop. I have pills to obtain before I get home in this weather. I just snoozed in the van for fifteen minutes I did not sleep well last night.
Wed 14 Feb
The snow last night turned into sleet and I had some time trying to get to work. I had to office to myself, so I slept on the floor during lunch.
Meanwhile, I had a boring review with an increase of 3.2%, barely keeping up with inflation. I would call it a cap, or a mediocre pay for a mediocre job in medocrity., I certainly will make too much for the saver's credit this year!
Ah! the memories of forty years ago today. It was a clash of mean grandmother and drunken teacher. The illustrious teacher told us the Firday before Valentine's Day that we were not exchanging valentines. Then she changed her mind on Monday. Subsequently, I endured my mother's complaints that evening and transferred that anger into the actual valentines. One of them, who really deserved it for teasing me, gave it back. Mean grandmother, instead of asking why it all happened, merely said she'd give it back as well.
Little did I know how close we were from leaving at that time. Perhaps it merely made the move more enjoyalbe, leaving only drunken teacher until June.
Thu 15 Feb
Last night the snow and the wind suggested an early closing. Nearly 7:30, after most preparers went home, I had my first client. I spent part of the morning trying to clear the ice on the front sidewalk in a windy -9ยบ temperature. The sun shone throughout the day, but it was cold. When I came home, I found the icy covering still along the driveway, making it hazardous to walk. Tonight looks daed again.
Fri 16 Feb
Last night was a bust at Block. I had one "client" who simply wanter to figure out how to file. Single without dependents would have cause her to owe ~$120. I suppose had I done it, I wouldn't have been paid anyway!
I asked for Bureaucrats' Day off, so I'll have one day off before Easter during tax season. At the very least, I must clean up the msees from the changing of the accounts. I should make up a list.
Tue 20 Feb
My day off was not enough to clean up seven weeks of neglect. I had too much unknowns pop up like zits.
When I arrived at work, I found no one had taken out the mail. I hust had fallen by a nearby shop on the ice and whacked my left thigh and less my left elbow. I almost whacked my head on the wall. Then a set of paperwork had remained missing.
Fri 23 Feb
Tuesday and Wednesday seemed to gang up on me. I even expected Block to have a disaster await me on Wednesday night. Actually it was last night that I spent much time administratively and commissionless. My only client did not have a photo ID, so she may come back on Sunday. The halfway point of the tax season is today. I have a session tomorrow afternoon.
The workflow slowed, so I began to transfer the older paperwork from the mills. I also moved some catalogs toward simplifying the storage.
Sat 24 Feb
Despite the cold and the wind, the strength of the sun grows. Last night was such a bust that I went home an hour earlier. A coworker gave me four Science News, which I read when I could stay awake.
Mon 25 Feb
Block was a bust and depressing over the weekend. In all events, I went home early. After the two calles I received yesterday from moron and ego, I was only too happy to leave at five, two hours early. Therefore, this morning I spent time shoveling the slop before coming to the regular job. The good part is that much of the salt ran off the vehicle.
Back at Block, I found the session on Saturday enlightening. I called all the former clients in which no one had sttempted. I did not get chance to continue it yesterday. Our office had 853 noncontacted clients!
Tue 27 Feb
The moron and the ego still bother me two days later. The moron called me to fix the address on the return five weeks after I did it and eight weeks after she'd applied for an imal. The W-2 still had the address as well. To solve this silliness, I had to look for a telephone book for the number to call Harrisburg. Apparently she didn't have a book -- and is thirty, about two weeks older than Matthew Wayne Shepard would be now.
The other amusement was Scott Rodrigues, whose lentigenous face covers this issue of BusinessWeek. He'd be three months older than Matt.
The ego must have been angry at someone and took it out on me. She needed confirmation on all-states for New York (and our specialit is very thorough). She implied that I could tell her whether she owed taxes to Pennsylvania. Eventually the solution was simply to have the specialist call her the next day.
Her imperious mood contrasted with how I reacted when I called Shields back in early September 1987. I asked whether bankruptcy was the only option to end the hold on my registration. When I received the suggestion that I pay the defaulted leans, I didn't snoot, "I don't like your attitude. I want to talk to a supervisor."
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