I stayed home from work today. I could have gone to the office, truth be told, but I needed a mental health day. I was, in fact, unwell in the wee hours of the night and in need of additional rest in the a.m. but could have dragged my sorry ass to work.
Then I thought, BUT WHY? I’ve been dragging my sorry ass to work seven days a week for the past three and a half months!
One of my favorite things about tax season is getting to use it as an excuse all year, first for four months – “I’m sorry, I can’t make it to little Bobby’s birthday party with dozens of screaming children, I have to work” – and then for the remaining eight – “I’m sorry, I can’t make it to Bobby’s graduation. Tax season sucks the life out of me so I only do things I actually enjoy the rest of the year.”
(No, I don’t know anyone with a child named Bobby. If you happen to have a child named Bobby and further happen to know me, this isn’t about you.)
Most people would worry about posting something like this on their blog. What if your boss reads it! Here’s the thing:
- Buff Kahuna doesn’t even own a cell phone much less get on the Internet for anything other than tax research,
- Big Kahuna was at the beach today so he can’t complain. And besides, he is exposed to my blog in a roundabout way because it gets sucked into Facebook automatically but he’s too busy following sports scores to actually read it, and
- We’re all adults. We get the work done on time and that’s all that really matters.
So after nursing several cups of tea, I finally got up the energy to tackle my Inbox. You know, the one I throw all my mail into and clear out each weekend. Only I kept skipping the clearing out part during tax season so the box was overflowing. Slicing open 50 envelopes resulted in a mere ONE piece of mail that actually mattered: my bank is switching its Quicken service so I had to deactivate then reactivate my online accounts.
Kind of important. A little disturbing they did not email me, since that is my preferred method of contact, and I almost THREW IT AWAY as junk mail. I wonder how many Wells Fargo customers are going to wake up on June 7th and wonder why they can no longer access their bank account through their software.
I did use two additional pieces of mail, but they were not actually necessary. One was the City of Merced water bill I can pay online but I have to MANUALLY go to the website and INPUT my payment. It used to be automatic but then they promoted Mr. Flintstone to head up online accounts, or something.
The second was an offer from Omaha Steaks telling me how much they missed me and providing a special offer JUST FOR ME. Unless of course someone gives you the direct link. And because I’m a sucker and they really do have yummy stuff (I’ll never eat store bought hamburgers again), I caved.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a stack of 20 magazines and catalogs to go through. Seventeen if I don’t count the three from AARP I deny receiving and throw directly into the recycling bin.
