Today is the deadline for fiduciary tax returns -- trusts -- that were extended back in April. I am pretty sure it was the deadline for some other types of returns, too, but trusts were what I was working on.
The last days leading up to a deadline are odd. Long hours, fatigued brains trying to think logically, frantic scrambling to make the tax return balance/make the return make sense/make this return look like that one that is similar/trying to make the software do what we think we want, all of this interrupted by occasional uncontrollable fits of laughter when someone goes over the edge.
Monday night I worked until 11. Tuesday night I worked until 10.
Wednesday? Two hours of actual work in the entire day; left at 4:30.
Today? I think I will leave early again. There is a party at a downtown bar at 5:00, but I think I would rather relax at the lake with Smokey and Lucy The Wonder Dog and Hannibal The Fluffball Of Doom and En Esch The Incredibly Stoopid.
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Apropos of nothing I need to tell what I saw yesterday: a young woman in the skyway wearing bright purple dress, matching purple tights, a jade green blazer, jade green flats, and brimmed jade green hat with a purple band. Based on her fashion choices I’m pretty sure she was mentally ill.
