I would like to expand a tad on my last post.
Although you may find this hard to swallow, I LIKE doing income taxes. To me it's like doing puzzles. My own, not so much, but doing others' taxes is fun. (Yeah, I know it's a little weird, but where would we be without the weird? Pretty boring, right? And we'd all be doing our own 1040s.) The only down side is the long hours and pressure when it gets close to a deadline. Oh, and the occasional obnoxious, demanding, is-it-done-yet-is-it-done-yet client. But mostly I enjoy what I do.
But the best part, besides the puzzle aspect and the fact that I am paid handsomely for my meager skills, is that I can work my tail off for 10 or 11 weeks, then take the rest of the year off. Yes, you read that right. I work 500 - 600 hours between February 1 and April 15 -- or 16, as it will be this year -- then come home and eat bon bons and file my nails until next year. In the words of James Stevenson, children's author, "Could be worse."
So don't cry for me, Argentina. I'll be mostly enjoying myself and only occasionally gritting my teeth. There will be some knitting and a little bit of reading and lots of free lunches and free Friday Happy Hours and intermittent head-scratching and lots of left brain activity and some feeling professional and important and rather tired and cursing at the occasional computer glitch and talking to India and then it will be over and I'll be knitting and gardening and reading and cooking and hanging out again. Yup, could be worse. Could be a lot worse.
