It’s the 15th of October. Again. It’s the last deadline of the year. Thank the lord. It is now 11:33 pm and the day is over. I was so busy I did not bother to log anything. I just, moments ago, emailed my last two timely filed tax returns. I had been waiting for the signed forms. Seems like late filers do all late. I think it’s because they cretinous assholes. Ya, that’s it.
I am gonna paraphrase here in out. It’s bedtime.
This morning I dropped off Michaels new used car at he body shop for some intensive detailing. A spa day for this wheels.
The owner of the shop was kind enough to drive me home. Probably because of all the business I bring him. That’s fine.
Off to work, top down. Still nice outside. Quick trip.
Ok, I arrived. For he next twelve hours I prepared tax returns, took calls and answered emails. At the same time. You know it’s busy when you use the pause in a clients conversation as a chance to work on someone else’s taxes. It’s like that.
On the last day we spend a lot of time getting people to sign efile forms so I can file he crap. You would think it was everyone’s first time. We gotta call al the missing clients who have picked up their returns and basically belittle and cajol them into emailing the forms. Threats of IRS punishment don’t faze people today. Late filers have been through it and hey do not care.
I sorta finish at 1030 and left the office. Top down. Mistake, it’s cold. I pulled over. Top up. Much better. I left even though I was missing one efile form. I was home having dinner when I received a text. The idiots, 3 of them, managed to figure out scan and email. I just sent that one.
Dinner done. Deadline dead. I’m tired. Goodnight.