Actually it is here. Tax season: the mind killer. The little death that brings total obliteration. Oh wait, that's Dune*, but you get the idea: tax season sucketh.
In the beginning, when a client would bring in a messy, disorganized pile of documents that amounted to nothing more than a big old pile of cow poop, I saw it as a challenge. I would look at the cow poop and say, "Perhaps if we separate it like this, massage it like that, add a few things here and...voilà...a princess castle complete with moat and operational drawbridge!"
As the years went by, the sprawling castle downsized to a modest bungalow, a row house, a third floor walk-up, and finally a tepee. Now I look at the cow poop and see nothing but a steamy pile of shit surrounded by disease-carrying flies and a really bad smell. The last thing I want to do is go near it, much less pick it up and actually work with it.
Is this burnout or do I just have a bad attitude?
________________ * Edit: The original link I used started returning an error message. I have replaced it with this one. The original has the full quote plus a bit of background about where it came from in the story. Guess they don't like people linking to them, which seems a little silly considering this is the Internet and all. Hmph.
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