Random thoughts

I don't have anything really important  to discuss right now so I'll throw out some random thoughts:

Since I’ve started working at an accounting firm I am continually surprised at how many people don’t pay their taxes.  I always thought if you missed the April 15^th deadline and didn’t file for an extension then The Law would come down hard and you’d wind up in jail for tax evasion, like Al Capone and Wesley Snipes.  Instead, I’m constantly seeing tax returns for multiple years as I’m assembling them and it just blows my mind.  Last month an elderly woman called, asking to speak with her accountant.  When I told her he was out of the office she said, “Just tell him I’ve decided I’m not going to pay my taxes anymore.  I’m 85 years old and by the time the government catches up with me I’ll be dead.  So just tell him I’m not going to pay my taxes.”  The next day she called again and said the same thing.  This time I countered with, “Well, if you do that won’t your next of kin have to pay all the fines?”  She said, “What?  They can do that?”  I decided at that point she really needed to speak with her accountant.

Now that tax season has kicked in and I’m working 6-day weeks I’ve realized two things.  First, I really don’t mind all the extra work.  It’s a challenge to try to keep up with the massive loads I’m handed every day and I’ve made it a point of pride to wait as long as possible to call in Cleone – the wife of a retired partner who comes in each year during tax season to help.  Last year my predecessor called her in the third week in January.  I’ve managed to hold out until this week.  Yay me!  The second thing I’ve noticed is that outside of work I have absolutely NO ambition anymore.  It’s a combination of physical and mental exhaustion and it has rendered me completely useless.  When I leave work I don’t want to do things like cook, clean, go to the gym, run errands or do laundry.  I can’t even get up the will to go to the movies on my one day off, and you know me well enough to know that’s really saying something.  Now please don’t let this stop you from inviting me to do things – plans with friends will always motivate me to get up off my couch, change out of my 10-year old sweatpants and have some fun and I really need something else to think about besides whether or not so-and-so’s tax return is an e-file.  Just don’t invite me to do anything between 8 and 7, Monday through Saturday.

Lately I’ve noticed I’ve been saying “What the froog?” whenever I’m talking to myself.  I can’t really explain how or why this has happened.

Last week I met an animal psychic.  She’s one of our clients and I TOTALLY want her to meet Atticus.  I can’t say I truly believe people are psychic but this sounds so absolutely crazy I have try it.  At best, I can finally find out why he’s so weird and if he feels bad for putting me in the hospital.  At worst, I will find out this woman is completely bonkers but I’ll still have a great story to tell.  I think it’s a win-win situation for me.

Today I noticed on Facebook a college friend of mine joined the group “Barak Obama is not eligible for Presidency”.  Seriously?  Seriously? 

You do not have to worry about how geeked out I’ll get when the new Star Trek movie comes out.  I’m going to visit Jen in Denver that weekend and we’re planning a massive geek-out double header that includes the movie X-Men Origins: Wolverine, which opens the week before.  However, if you would like to see Watchmen with me the weekend of March 7^th (it will either have to be Saturday night or Sunday) then you may have to put up with me acting like a 7-year old boy, bouncing in my seat in anticipation and wearing a giant grin.  Lucky for you I promise I will not dress up like any of the characters.  I’m not one of those geeks.

RuPaul’s Drag Race is my new favorite show.  I’m rooting for you, Ongina!

Wait, did I just miss Mardi Gras?  What the froog?