The Aerie
Ah, Friday, wonderful, wonderful Friday! Who could ask for more out of life than to work 71.4285% of it, and then have 28.5714% left over in which to work around the house?
Friday's are 'casual day' at my present employer, which means that I wear jeans and sneakers to work - again, such freedom! I'm sure slavery would never have ended in the South if Casual Friday's had been instituted...
Oookay, so two weeks after a five week vacation, I'm comparing employment to slavery. I guess the vacation is really over!
Yesterday was gaming at Professor Barker's - it actually went pretty well, had a good time, although Steve was a mysterious no-show. Steve is usually very reliable to either appear or call.
Today I have to run over to my accountant's and sign some tax papers. I am distressed because my accountant has been showing increasing signs of Not-Doing-A-Very-Good-Jobism. Failing to have me sign the tax forms back in July is the latest issue. Prior to that she failed to file a State tax form for me on time (which is an issue that has not yet been resolved), and last winter she failed to charge me for my annual tax return.
Yeah, that last one is a poser. I've offered to pay her, but she never sent me a bill. So... do you switch to another accountant because your current one isn't charging you enough? Nooo... in fact the amount she didn't charge me is enough to cover a significant amount of tax penalties. But the fact that my accountant is disorganized, that does make me nervous.
But then, my PRIOR accountant, she was organized alright - and at the end of the year I had a $12,000 tax debt. So... I dunno. "If it ain't broke don't fix it" is hard to apply in this case.
Meanwhile at work, all sorts of nonsense has erupted today, making it not-such-a-fun-Friday. A colleague for the past year, a fellow who offered to teack me racquetball, has been diagnosed with non-metastacized lung cancer. Cancer again: have I mentioned how much I loathe cancer? Well I do.
Anyway, he has just moved over to a new department with my former boss, and they have been talking about trying to get me over there with them. This is tricky, since as a contractor I "belong" to my boss's former boss, not to my former boss herself. So my former boss would need her former boss to agree to transfer me. Or I would have to let my contract lapse in October and then start anew. There's a lot of politics to this nonsense of course - my former boss's boss, well, HIS boss is one of those purely-political middle managers who see the world only in terms of how increased headcount equals a promotion. This lady wants to grow the department beneath her in order that she can then declare herself a director rather than a manager. So losing people, even contractors like me, runs counter to her goals.
In other words, the usual office nonsense. Still, it's nice being fought over! I feel like a Southern belle watching a pistol duel. I'll refrain from fluttering my eyelashes.
As for this weekend we don't have a lot planned, so I think I will be trying to get some Dad and Kid Days accomplished. Since the Renaissance Festival is underway, maybe we'll go there, who knows.
Anyway, I'd better head over to my accountant's and sign those papers...
Posted by Albatross at September 15, 2006 10:53 AM | TrackBack