It’s Friday. Means little since the last tax deadline of the year is one week away.
This morning was not normal. Suits me. Did all the normal things, but Emily is gone so it’s breakfast for one and no bag lunch. And no coffee, I’m out.
Got all done quick. I need to be in the office for my first appointment. That’s right, four yesterday and two today. These are the habitual late filers. A different breed of client. You know, you see them on the corners with cardboard signs. Seldom wash, wearing rags. That’s right.
I digress. This morning I threw the dogs out for an hour to get them empty. They were fine, relax. I got all my crap together and called Uber. Why? Today the S2000 is ready to be picked up. Ya!!! So Ubered to Superior Auto Body and got my car, finally. Gonna drive in style.
Off to Sacramento. One stop, at Starbucks, large ice coffee. That truly helped my day. I arrived about 15 minutes prior to my first appointment and lo and behold, my noon appointment had already arrived. Hey bad news loser, someone else exists in your world. And he has an appointment with me too.
I gave him ten minutes, ontime guy arrived, kicked early guy into waiting room. He gets to read old magazines for an hour.
First guy said he had to get done today because he was leaving for Vietnam in the morning. Like I care. Though I did manage to finish the data colllection today and ascertain a very good estimate of the balance due. He said his wife would come over next week to finish up. She’s not going with him. My wife would never put up with that. But he is now done. And printed and awaiting the wife. Took 90 minutes.
Ok, on to the next victim. Or am I the next victim? Much like the first client, this guy helped me create a beautiful work of fiction. The type of fiction that suspends reality as well. I know many think tax returns are all truth and justice. Not true. Some people lie like rugs. They tell me stories. I have no reason to disbelieve them, but I do. I have no proof but I know.
After the return was done I helped create a greater fiction – his daughters financial aid filing. I do this sort of thing quite often. Most parents seem to lack the ability or knowledge, or think they do, to fill out student aid forms. Not sure. So I end up doing it. And they all want the same thing – a good education for their kid. Right? No. They want financial aid that pays all costs wherever the kid goes to college. So there is a big incentive to make themselves poor. Which means lie. I mean, not as far as I actually know. But, lie.
By the time I got finished with these two bubbas, four hours had passed. But they are done.
The balance of my day was spent finishing up tax returns. Duh. The deadline is a week away. I will live these returns for another week.
I left the office around 545. Not so bad. I have the convertible so it’s top down and go. The wind blows away my cares and my sins. I hope. Maybe I should go to confession? Nah. He has heard it all before. I could mail it in. Probably not how it works. Oh, for regular readers, the traffic was horrendous. An extra hour over the usual drive. Truly awful. Not fun or funny. I made no stops.
Got home by 8 ish. Fed the animals. Fed myself. That was nice. Marika called during dinner prep, that lasted a good 30 minutes. Very talky tonight. But I enjoyed it. A conversation like that takes you out of a miserable day. That’s nice. Though my wife, out of town Emily, called 3 times while I was on the phone to Marika. And also called Marika a couple times too. I think she alternated. She needs a hobby. Or maybe take a friend with her next time.
By the time all was done and cleaned up and I had called Emily back, it was 10pm. What to do? I know, just for fun, let’s hook in to the office online and do a tax return for a trucking company. That would be all candy and nuts! So I did. But I did get another return done.
I am in bed now. Listening to the dog, outside, whine. I threw him out 15 minutes ago when I realized the fucker had shit all over the front room. I hate that dog. Btw, by shit I mean diarrhea. Ya, it’s a beautiful day. Not sure whether to just leave him out or kill him. Tough choice. I am signing off. Have to go get the shotgun. Just kidding! Calm down. I would use a bat. Lol. It’s not legal to fire a gun inside city limits. Everyone knows that.