I Need a ... Beverage

For all those high school girls and boys who think it's a good idea to become an accountant: DO NOT DO IT! I love numbers. There are numbers in my head that really should never be there. My own bank account is under more evaluation by myself than it ever should be, and really, I'm the biggest tight wad you'll ever meet. Not only all of that, but tax season. Those two words should be enough. It is the most stressful time of year for those of us who have to file taxes. Imagine if you had to prepare them. Tax season is a rush of numbers and forms, but it really never ends. 

I'm still stuck in the back room trying to get everything the way it should be for the year, and it's May. Our first holiday is around the corner, and I'm not ready! Slow down year! There is some good news, though, ladies and gentlemen. I am done with QuickBooks classes! The torture is over. For now. Who knows what else the boss people will decide for me to learn next. I'm hoping nothing. Although, if technology doesn't start cooperating, there's a chance I may never make it out of this back room, and that's not good. The darn thermostat is bipolar. It's either hotter than a sauna or cold enough to freeze meat. 

Bingo this Saturday! For those of you who don't read this posting weekly, ahem everyone, Megan is back! She's been working quite regularly for us. Stop in and see her. She's nicer and younger than the rest of us. Give her a few weeks and I may have her corrupted.