Today is what most people, I believe, think of as the first day of the week. Today I don’t want to go to work, or even work for that matter. Usually I have no issues getting to work even when I don’t want to go. But today I have this strong desire to chuck it all. Work, I mean, not the good parts of life. I’m keeping those. I can think back to the beginning of my career, a time when I wanted a good job (whatever that is) and fair compensation (more) and friendly work environment. I thought all this was possible and success was just in front of me. I have learned in the last thirty years that it may be a dream. The reality is days of hard work when you don’t want to work, no recognition, and the pay is unimportant in amount because the money really never mattered. Best job I ever had was coaching youth baseball. Hard work. No recognition, except from the boys, and less than zero pay. Great job. Too bad we figure things out when we are old and people stop listening to us. I have been told by many people over the last many years how lucky (extreme hard work) I have been. My job is awesome, people respect me, I’m rich (where did I put the money?) if I have success, I feel sorry for those that don’t. And I truly mean that.
Back to today, I have a load of deadline work and a second deadline looming in a month. Why, again, did I sign up for this? Why do we tell our children to get a job and do the same thing? I know why they rebel against it. No matter what parents may think, your kids may be on the right path when they move away from what you tell them.
Ok. Negative Nellie needs to leave before I bitch slap her out the door. Gotta vent somewhere. Maybe it was the pancakes and coffee. I don’t know. Or the Monday.
Dog feeding has returned to the recent Jaxsonian era. By that I mean a few months back when Jax was on seven different meds (we thought he was dying, it was awful) and I had a drugstore in place at mealtime. As I have written, Jaxon is a new dog and off almost all meds. But, after recent visit to vet Saturday I have two dogs to fill in. Taffy has to take an allergy pill 3x a day, an antibiotic 1x per day, bladder med 2x per day and pain med 1x per day. Dog one. Latte has an antibiotic 1x per day, but no more bladder meds (just as hard to remember what she gets vs what she doesn’t). Dog two. Jaxon gets liver pills 2x per day but half dose am and qtr dose pm. And a chewable liver pill once a day. It’s the size of a child’s fist. Have to cut in four. And if he decides today it’s a chewable, then he eats them one by one. If not, push it down his throat gently four times. Dog three. I really should have been a pharmacist. The pay is excellent but my friend John, a pharmacist, does not speak so highly of it. He says he should write a book. It would be about counting pills. He thinks it won’t sell. I told him to write it anyway. I would buy a copy. He said I would probably get one for free. Signed.
Last night after having a long discussion about our home search, it seems we are getting closer to a conclusion. Probably go with our first choice which is the most difficult property to work with. Always with the hard work. I must be crazy. Wait, we settled that in a prior post. I’m half sane. Which half I wonder? So maybe now we can get ready and move. That might be a calming operation. Or a cluster. I suppose both are equal. Stay on topic, will you? The property I speak of is one of the first we looked at. Great location, great view, isolated enough, 5 acres, on a hillside. Lots of room for evening walks and gazing at the view. Is good, n’est pas? Who knows. Jump in and swim just like the rest of life. Hope for the very best conclusion. We will get to the finish line, maybe even in first place.
I have got to go to work. I have a 230 and need to be done with his crap prior to his arrival. So I left. And you thought I wasn’t ready? Nice drive. Lots of phone calls. I was on the phone for five minutes before I noticed he CHP behind me. Oops. I dropped the phone in my lap and pretended I was a good boy. Phone rang and I hit the kill button. Cop pulled off, yay! Called back Linda the agent. We have to make decisions today. We countered their offer and they spanked us down. Who cares. We already decided to not take it. So there. So less work for Linda.
Got to work at 1115 and my 230 was already there. A hole. He said maybe he made a mistake on the time. No shit Sherlock. I hate idiot clients. So I had to see him then. At least he is done. I collect d the info and got him as far as I can on his two tax returns. He left, happy enough. I was happy enough he left. And after he left I finished his returns and he can come in tomorrow and get them.
Kept working on taxes for awhile. Another client showed up, he had called this am and requested an appt. I said sure. Anyhow, he came in with his two young kids in tow. I have zero problem with that. I used to have young kids. Well behaved ones. His did fine, they ate some candy (I have lots) and played with all he toys (I have lots). We managed to get him moving forward on things. Then we had an overlong discussion about his bill. It’s fine but he has to argue anyway. I can’t wait till he comes back with his analysis of payments. What fun. I’m glad I like this guy.
Spent the balance of the day preparing tax returns. Which is what pays the bills. And is the only thing I still enjoy doing. At least doing at work. Left the office about 6 pm. Got home round 7 pm. Fed the dogs, what a pain in the butt. And that damn Latte had to be forcibly medicated. I shoved her pills down her throat is what that means. Stupid dog.
Opened a nice bottle of Pinot with dinner. Very nice actually. We got it as a gift. The wine company also gives to charity with each order. Ours was a dog centric gift to us and to a dog charity. We got the wine and some dog toys and some treats for each. Quite nice. The wine is excellent too. Win win win, baby.
It has reached the bewitching hour again. That’s the time where we want to go to bed.