Hidey ho. For the past few days, I’ve been contemplating new blog posts. My last one, though, is a hard one to follow. I’ve struggled with writing some pointless angry rant about flip-flops or some other equally stupid shit when the last thing I wrote here was a heartfelt and painful goodbye to a friend I wasn’t ready to lose just yet. It just didn’t feel right to me. I’m sure if Carl was here, he’d insist that I write some stupid piece of shit drivel because that’s what I do, and he wouldn’t want me to change.
So I’m trying. It’ll be drivel, no doubt, and useless, but it’ll be something, at least. Read the rest of this entry
1. Man, was yesterday a serious Monday, as in an epic “Case of the Mun-days.“ I was dreaded Monday as soon as it got dark on Sunday, as was Lady Aravan, and boy howdy were our premonitions of impending suck correct. The best thing about today is that it isn’t yesterday.
Payroll tax filings and w-2′s are a horrible, horrible thing for me to deal with, Federal forms, state forms, city forms, all calculated slightly differently and requiring a manual spreadsheet to complete. I hate them all, I hates taxes in every way shape or form. Ugh.
1. Yes, I have been slacking a lot lately with writing. The long holiday break from work has left a deep-seating seed of discontent at having to work, and since I mainly update while I am at the office, my pissy woe-is-me attitude at being here has affected my desire to write. Plus its the beginning of year-end, we’re short handed, and I’m already busy on top of it all. Wah wah wah work is hard.
1. I’ve written 20,000 words of my novel in 12 days. I feel very good about that milestone and the story in general. How I feel about it when time and perspective are applied, I don’t know, but I hope I’ll still like it. I think I will. The zombies are about to make their first appearance, and I’m excited and nervous. I’ve enjoyed writing a fantasy novel so far, and I hope I like writing zombie novels too.
1. The Redskins, as predicted, lost again, this time to the pathetic Chiefs. Watching the slow-motion disintegration of my team is just depressing. The quarterback is benched, and the backup has 30 seconds, down 6, for a miracle win. Instead, he just gets sacked in the end zone for a safety, game over. At least he didn’t draw out the suffering. The coach is relieved of his play-calling duties, which leaves him even more of a lame duck. Now what? I’ll tell you: a loss next week, in humiliating fashion, on prime-time Monday night. Are you ready for some football scrimmage practice embarrassment?
1. Busy day. A lot of work got done. I did manage to blow up a wee bit on my boss’ boss, and I ended up asking a bit forcefully when the Accounting department was going to be informed that there was an additional position to be filled in 2010, since we had to deal with the salary and related areas like pension and company contributions to Social Security and Medicare for budgetary purposes. A whole lot of wind later I got a “my bad”. Then I worked out (200 pushups, thanks sir!) and was too tired to care.
Hello, wife and Peruvian farmer! I apologize for the lack of updates – work has been alternating between a grind and flurry in an attempt to close the second quarter, and so my missives have been non-existent. I am still working on the story, in my head, so hopefully when I get a chance I will be able to get some of it down on paper, digital or otherwise. Friday and this weekend I am committed to carving out time to write. I will also be parsing out more meager portions to spread the dissemination over more time. Maybe.
Accountants seem to be one of those professions that are universally classified as pure geek in popular culture. Watch any episode of Law & Order where the investigation leads to a trail of money, and at some point a bow-tie wearing, nervous, shifty weakling will be accosted, and the initials CPA will be associated with him. Computer techs used to get the identical treatment, until the emergence of shows like Chuck and the insufferable douchebag that hocks Macs. Douchey is better equated with lacrosse players and popped collars on golf shirts, which is decidedly no longer geeky. So why is the accountant the Lone Staple Nerd archetype among actual well-paying jobs?