Today I said goodbye to tax season, and my only source of income.
Thankfully, I no longer have a reason to listen to clients sighing out of impatience and unfortunately, have an excuse to read a book for seven hours straight.
It came just in time too. I almost screamed at a client on my last nerve after she complained her appointment was late – well Miss Call-the-Kettle Black, maybe you should reconsider your attitude when you schedule an appointment on tax day.
Anyway… I celebrated by eating the remaining crumbs out of a cheesy garlic bread chip bag found in the office and leftover lemon cookies. I’m a little grossed out myself, to be honest, but thinking of not being forced to hear country music all day long is a cause to celebrate.
Goodnight taxes, until next year.