Things William has said over the last few weeks that have melted my heart:
~sees me wearing a dress: "Are you my princess mommy?"
~a few hours after church on Sunday he pauses from playing: "Jesus didn't do anything wrong but he died on a cross"
~on his way home from school with dada: "home is my favorite"
~at dinner one night right as we sat down: "it's my turn to pray"
~one night when I turned my computer on to work from home: "I don't want you to work I want you to read me books"
~on our way to dinner one night: "mommy you're beautiful"
What a sweet sweet bear!!!!
(P.s. hi. I'm alive)
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 1, 2013
Sometimes you have to laugh
I'm not laughing yet. But I think one day I will, so I'm hoping today you will.
So - in the world of tax season, our firm will file somewhere around 5,000 returns. I'm not sure how many preparers we have or how many I'll do, but that gives you an idea of the volume. I've already finished some for clients whose names ill never remember.
But then there are clients I'm just dying to forget.
I had a group of 10 or so returns for a new client and I had it set in my head that I was going to own that group of returns and knock them out of the park. I owned them...that's for sure. Knocked out of the park is pretty far off though unfortunately. Let's say it was a 'learning experience' (ahem: I sucked) Luckily, in the world of tax season at a firm like this no client lasts too long. At western union if I messed up the return that was it - that was the return. Here it should be like out of sight out of mine, moving on, dead and gone. Unfortunately, this one is just haunting me. (Let's call him bob. And bob is abrasive)
I have another client who has been a client at our firm for decades who just happens to be affiliated with the group I mentioned. So when he asked me to deliver his return in person so he could meet me I was flattered, but instantly nervous because I knew I'd be going into the building of the company/ies I so badly wanted to forget.
I know you're not laughing yet...just wait. I'm painting a picture.
So, as I'm telling my boss that I'm delivering a return to this person she says 'oh, great! I have 2 to take to "bob" today but don't have time can you take them?' So not only am I going to have to step foot in the building, I have to actually talk to the guy. Gets better by the minute.
I drink some water, convince myself he'll be fine, and get on my way. I'm mentally pumping myself up in the car. Client #1 really likes me. He thinks I do a good job. He wants to tell me all about this company he helped build. He likes me. I am good at my job.
I get there, park, grab the insanely large pile of goodies which our assembly department did a fantastic job of making beautiful, and I get out of the car.
I apparently forgot I parked right by the curb. I always park by curbs! I like to park by curbs! How did I trip on the curb???
Not sure how, but I am sure that I did because all I remember seeing after my eyes saw the curb was tax returns strewn across the parking lot. I didn't just trip. I didn't even just fall. I dove across the parking lot, dragging my knees and hand as I apparently threw returns 10 feet in front of me.
No one saw me, but I almost wonder if it would have been better if they had? I had to pick myself up, dust off my knees, grab the returns and go inside as if nothing happened.
Never knew tax accounting came with battle wounds, emotional and physical. Better luck next time!
So - in the world of tax season, our firm will file somewhere around 5,000 returns. I'm not sure how many preparers we have or how many I'll do, but that gives you an idea of the volume. I've already finished some for clients whose names ill never remember.
But then there are clients I'm just dying to forget.
I had a group of 10 or so returns for a new client and I had it set in my head that I was going to own that group of returns and knock them out of the park. I owned them...that's for sure. Knocked out of the park is pretty far off though unfortunately. Let's say it was a 'learning experience' (ahem: I sucked) Luckily, in the world of tax season at a firm like this no client lasts too long. At western union if I messed up the return that was it - that was the return. Here it should be like out of sight out of mine, moving on, dead and gone. Unfortunately, this one is just haunting me. (Let's call him bob. And bob is abrasive)
I have another client who has been a client at our firm for decades who just happens to be affiliated with the group I mentioned. So when he asked me to deliver his return in person so he could meet me I was flattered, but instantly nervous because I knew I'd be going into the building of the company/ies I so badly wanted to forget.
I know you're not laughing yet...just wait. I'm painting a picture.
So, as I'm telling my boss that I'm delivering a return to this person she says 'oh, great! I have 2 to take to "bob" today but don't have time can you take them?' So not only am I going to have to step foot in the building, I have to actually talk to the guy. Gets better by the minute.
I drink some water, convince myself he'll be fine, and get on my way. I'm mentally pumping myself up in the car. Client #1 really likes me. He thinks I do a good job. He wants to tell me all about this company he helped build. He likes me. I am good at my job.
I get there, park, grab the insanely large pile of goodies which our assembly department did a fantastic job of making beautiful, and I get out of the car.
I apparently forgot I parked right by the curb. I always park by curbs! I like to park by curbs! How did I trip on the curb???
Not sure how, but I am sure that I did because all I remember seeing after my eyes saw the curb was tax returns strewn across the parking lot. I didn't just trip. I didn't even just fall. I dove across the parking lot, dragging my knees and hand as I apparently threw returns 10 feet in front of me.
No one saw me, but I almost wonder if it would have been better if they had? I had to pick myself up, dust off my knees, grab the returns and go inside as if nothing happened.
Never knew tax accounting came with battle wounds, emotional and physical. Better luck next time!
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