wherein Liz has A Day
Feb. 1st, 2018 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingToday has been A Day.
Hill Boss texted me yesterday to ask if I could work 9-5 at Not the IRS instead of 9-1, and I said okay even though that meant rescheduling various errands and chores I'd meant to do this afternoon.
The day started out slow until about 10am, at which point it went... slightly weird. First, one of my rental company coworkers came in, and I was the only preparer free, but she refused to have me do my taxes because apparently the rental company owner (let's call him Mr. Bigshot) has, or at least used to have, an instant termination policy for employees who discussed their wages with any other employee. This is blatantly illegal, and I said as much, but she didn't want to risk it so she waited until one of my coworkers was free.
Then I had to finish a tax prep job that someone else had started, but the clients didn't want to wait for that coworker to be in the office and insisted it get finished by whoever was free right then. Which was me. And it turned out that they also had three years of prior returns that needed amending -- both federal and state -- and wanted to sit there and wait while I worked through the process under the assumption that it would take, I dunno, twenty minutes. (Spoiler: this is not a reasonable time estimate.) Fortunately one of my coworkers explained to them that this was not a good use of their time, and got them to leave with a promise to call them when everything was ready for pickup.
Then I thought I'd eat lunch and pick up my prescription renewal... but we got a walk-in and I was the only person free. I finished that client (which involved fighting the Massachusetts health care form; I cordially loathe that form) and again tried to go on lunch break... and we got another walk-in, and I was still the only person free. *headdesk*
I did finally manage to escape and buy a sandwich -- two hours late is better than never!
In the afternoon I finished the dratted amends (and even made sure to provide correctly addressed envelopes for all six, because customer service), dealt with a bunch of filing, fixed a glitch on one return so our system would actually send it to the IRS, answered a lot of phone calls, and played receptionist since we didn't actually have a receptionist today.
I clocked out at 5pm, sped through my grocery shopping... and then the bus was late. *double headdesk* So I got home late, put my groceries away late, and headed into town to my Stewardship committee meeting even later than I'd already notified the other members I would be.
They were nice and had saved me two slices of pizza. *wry*
And now I am home, have unwound, boiled a dozen eggs, and am ready to read the Anthropology chapter I'd planned to read earlier today, but which got understandably shuffled FAR down on my priority list. *dons resolve face, opens PDF*
(46 hours of work this week, counting Sunday-to-Saturday, and it's only going to get worse until tax day. Ah well, the money gets me through the rest of the year!)
Hill Boss texted me yesterday to ask if I could work 9-5 at Not the IRS instead of 9-1, and I said okay even though that meant rescheduling various errands and chores I'd meant to do this afternoon.
The day started out slow until about 10am, at which point it went... slightly weird. First, one of my rental company coworkers came in, and I was the only preparer free, but she refused to have me do my taxes because apparently the rental company owner (let's call him Mr. Bigshot) has, or at least used to have, an instant termination policy for employees who discussed their wages with any other employee. This is blatantly illegal, and I said as much, but she didn't want to risk it so she waited until one of my coworkers was free.
Then I had to finish a tax prep job that someone else had started, but the clients didn't want to wait for that coworker to be in the office and insisted it get finished by whoever was free right then. Which was me. And it turned out that they also had three years of prior returns that needed amending -- both federal and state -- and wanted to sit there and wait while I worked through the process under the assumption that it would take, I dunno, twenty minutes. (Spoiler: this is not a reasonable time estimate.) Fortunately one of my coworkers explained to them that this was not a good use of their time, and got them to leave with a promise to call them when everything was ready for pickup.
Then I thought I'd eat lunch and pick up my prescription renewal... but we got a walk-in and I was the only person free. I finished that client (which involved fighting the Massachusetts health care form; I cordially loathe that form) and again tried to go on lunch break... and we got another walk-in, and I was still the only person free. *headdesk*
I did finally manage to escape and buy a sandwich -- two hours late is better than never!
In the afternoon I finished the dratted amends (and even made sure to provide correctly addressed envelopes for all six, because customer service), dealt with a bunch of filing, fixed a glitch on one return so our system would actually send it to the IRS, answered a lot of phone calls, and played receptionist since we didn't actually have a receptionist today.
I clocked out at 5pm, sped through my grocery shopping... and then the bus was late. *double headdesk* So I got home late, put my groceries away late, and headed into town to my Stewardship committee meeting even later than I'd already notified the other members I would be.
They were nice and had saved me two slices of pizza. *wry*
And now I am home, have unwound, boiled a dozen eggs, and am ready to read the Anthropology chapter I'd planned to read earlier today, but which got understandably shuffled FAR down on my priority list. *dons resolve face, opens PDF*
(46 hours of work this week, counting Sunday-to-Saturday, and it's only going to get worse until tax day. Ah well, the money gets me through the rest of the year!)
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Date: 2018-02-02 05:30 pm (UTC)Of course they did. And yet somehow it could not wait today...
(I used to do taxes.)
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Date: 2018-02-02 06:10 pm (UTC)