Too many levels of oops to count
Apr. 16th, 2013 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
selenayThe problem with having no access to any kind of social media (or, frankly, 95% of news websites) at work is that I have no idea what's going on until I get home after a long, nasty day and post cranky Tweets about my nasty day and then notice Twitter has exploded and Tumblr is filled with therapy cat gifs.
*sigh*
So, yes, I felt like a bit of a doofus venting about my rotten day and then scrolling through Twitter and finding out what happened in Boston.
Anyway.
Yesterday I failed to do my taxes. It's a very good thing I don't do my own taxes because I got horribly confused by some of my pieces of paper and left one thing behind because I thought it was for next year's forms (in my defence, it was for stuff in the first 60 days of 2013 and this is the first time I had one of those forms so how was I supposed to know?) so I have to go back today to finish my paperwork. If I'd been filing these on my own without the nice, patient man in H&R Block explaining why that piece of paper was important it wouldn't have been pleasant. Ah, well, today I go back with my important piece of paper and we finish it and I get a nice little tax refund. That I'm being sensible with and sticking in savings.
As the tax thing came after a day filled with emails that made me swear at my computer (seriously? You want me to step over three major steps in our processes and get shitcanned by the auditor next year?) and then a meeting on business process architecture that painted a picture of what utopia we *could* have if other departments just did things properly (OMG, lady, do not lecture me on the waste caused by missing/omitted requirements, I KNOW), I felt completely justified in curling up with some Baileys, a brownie, and finishing writing the fluffiest, silliest fic ever committed.
So far, today is looking a wee bit better. Despite having to do Taxes Day 2 later followed by my Humira injection, so far there haven't been any swear-worthy emails and my calendar for the day is gloriously, wonderfully empty. It's a sad thing when a day that includes taxes *and* Humira is still better than the day before.
I'd say this week can only get better, but I see my specialist on Thursday and I already know the news from that appointment won't be good :-( Roll on Friday!
*sigh*
So, yes, I felt like a bit of a doofus venting about my rotten day and then scrolling through Twitter and finding out what happened in Boston.
Anyway.
Yesterday I failed to do my taxes. It's a very good thing I don't do my own taxes because I got horribly confused by some of my pieces of paper and left one thing behind because I thought it was for next year's forms (in my defence, it was for stuff in the first 60 days of 2013 and this is the first time I had one of those forms so how was I supposed to know?) so I have to go back today to finish my paperwork. If I'd been filing these on my own without the nice, patient man in H&R Block explaining why that piece of paper was important it wouldn't have been pleasant. Ah, well, today I go back with my important piece of paper and we finish it and I get a nice little tax refund. That I'm being sensible with and sticking in savings.
As the tax thing came after a day filled with emails that made me swear at my computer (seriously? You want me to step over three major steps in our processes and get shitcanned by the auditor next year?) and then a meeting on business process architecture that painted a picture of what utopia we *could* have if other departments just did things properly (OMG, lady, do not lecture me on the waste caused by missing/omitted requirements, I KNOW), I felt completely justified in curling up with some Baileys, a brownie, and finishing writing the fluffiest, silliest fic ever committed.
So far, today is looking a wee bit better. Despite having to do Taxes Day 2 later followed by my Humira injection, so far there haven't been any swear-worthy emails and my calendar for the day is gloriously, wonderfully empty. It's a sad thing when a day that includes taxes *and* Humira is still better than the day before.
I'd say this week can only get better, but I see my specialist on Thursday and I already know the news from that appointment won't be good :-( Roll on Friday!
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