Monthly Archives: April 2014

Home alone and living the dream

Well, it’s Monday, April 14th, and I am one happy girl. I didn’t go into work today until 9AM, and I was home by 6:30PM. For an accountant the day before tax day, I’d say that’s pretty good. Getting out before dark was insanely good for my mental health; I was practically skipping on the walk home.  The only thing that could have made this day better was if I didn’t have to come home to an empty house.

Hubs has been on a business trip since Thursday morning and won’t be back until tomorrow night.  As someone who has never lived by herself, having the apartment all to myself feels quiet and strange, but I did take advantage of the situation by spending the entire weekend doing all the things he hates and I love. If you think that means going out with my girlfriends and partying it up, you are so, so wrong. My weekend couldn’t have been more boring, but I guess that’s the way I like it.

Spicy tuna roll, smoked salmon roll, and seaweed salad

Spicy tuna roll, smoked salmon roll, and seaweed salad. Plus red wine because, wine.

Friday night, I went to the gym, then ordered sushi takeout and plopped my happy ass on the couch for the rest of the night. Adam eats 98% of what I put in front of him (even weird things like beef tongue tacos), but he draws the line at raw fish. Which is really unfortunate for me, since sushi ranks right up there with popcorn on the top of my list of comfort food. Meanwhile, he was in Texas eating a double-bacon cheeseburger with BBQ sauce and a fried egg – his version of comfort food.

Saturday morning, I got up early and went for a six mile run around the Tidal Basin. My plan was to be able to see the cherry blossoms before the hoards of tourist descended so I could exercise and sight-see at the same time. Unfortunately, approximately 5,000 other people had the same plan I did (minus the exercise part), and my run ended up being more of a start-stop than a continuous jog.  Still, I was able to snap some pretty good pictures with my iPhone and managed to avoid getting tossed into the water by any of the hundreds of tourists walking around with their faces glued to their camera.

Cherry blossom up close

Unfortunately, I wasn’t willing to make the run with our fancy Nikon camera, so all these were taken with my iPhone.  Still, the weather was perfect and I managed to get a few pretty good shots.


I spent Saturday afternoon at the office, then came home and crossed several items off my spring cleaning list.  I sanitized our dishwasher, cleaned the coffee maker, purged my closet of unwanted clothes, transferred our rosemary plant to a larger pot, deep cleaned the microwave, stovetop, and oven, and dusted the hell out of every visible surface. It was marvelous!


All that cleaning worked up an appetite, so for dinner I turned to another one of my favorite comfort meals – a baked potato piled high with veggies and topped with a dollop of plain Greek yogurt. (And yes, I did eat the whole thing. Cleaning burns calories! And stuff.) For the evening’s entertainment, I turned to my DVR and multiple episodes of Midsomer Murders, a British murder mystery series that Adam can’t stand. When I could barely keep my eyes open, I triple-checked the locks on the door, switched on no less than three lights, and went to sleep with a kitchen knife next to the bed for protection.

As I mentioned, I’ve never lived by myself. In fact, I spent two years in college living in my sorority house where I had 3 other roommates – in a very literal sense; the four of us shared one room. Sleeping in a house by myself totally freaks me out, for no logical reason, but I blame it on watching way too many episodes of Criminal Minds in college. Even when your roommates are awful (and I’ve had a few), they still provide some degree of protection against serial killers and home invaders. For such an introvert, I certainly do enjoy having other people all up in my living space.

Anyway, now I’m sitting on the couch (yes, I spend a lot of time here), wondering how many days I can go before I have to unload the dishwasher.  That’s the one cleaning-related chore I hate. Loath, in fact. Would I rather have to hand wash every dish or have to unload the dishwasher? It’s a tough call, and I’d absolutely go with hand washing the dishes, as long as someone else will put them away after they’re dry. Adam will be home tomorrow, but I don’t think it would be very wifely (how is that an actual word? I was totally expecting a squiggly red line under that one!) of me to have him come home to house chores.

Is it bad that it’s 8:30 and I think I’m ready for bed? When did I get so old and how do I fix it?

Well, I’m off to unload the dishwasher! I hope your weekend was your idea of perfect and your week is off to a great start.



Hashtag: accountant problems

Let’s talk about all the ways I’ve become a worthless human being in the past two weeks.

I work late, get home too tired to even think about reading blog posts, much less write one, hit the snooze button on my alarm clock instead of going to the gym in the morning, drink too much coffee and get so involved in my work that by the time I realize it’s lunch time, it’s actually 3pm and my metabolism has long since crashed. I have purchased lunch instead of bringing it from home five times (and at $7 per lunch, that’s an entire pedicure I wasted because I was too lazy to pack something). And worst of all, I have no one to blame for this but myself.

You see, months ago, I sent an email to a coworker volunteering to help him out if he got too busy during tax season. In my previous job, my focus was mostly income tax, and preparing 1040s is my first love. My current role has me focused on auditing (working in a group setting, checking numbers, writing memos, and dealing with clients who are usually less than thrilled to have their work reviewed), which is fine, except for the fact that it was about to be tax season and I was just itching to get my fingers onto a personal income tax return that I could prepare in the privacy and isolation of my cubicle, where the numbers made sense and there was limited interaction with the outside world.

And yes, I know I fulfill every accountant stereotype out there. (See also, I love to clean.)

Accountant stereotypes
So, when I got an email a few weeks ago asking if I’d like to get involved with an “interesting project” that would be a “great opportunity”, I ignored the language that causes anyone with a shred of experience in the corporate world to flee, and like a naive little lamb to the slaughter, I accepted. Fast-forward to a week later, when this assignment that was supposed to take me 5 – 6 hours has taken me 15 -20, because I’m not preparing 1 return, but 5. That’s right – this guy hasn’t filed an income tax return for FIVE YEARS.

Things I wish I could send to clients...

Things I wish I could send to clients…

Oh, and did I mention that he’s rich, so naturally he and his grandchildren have trusts in place for their financial security. None of those returns have been filed either.

People. A plea from your neighborhood accountant. PLEASE FILE YOUR SHIT. The IRS will probably not find you, but when you do eventually decide you want to file, they will charge you a lot of penalties and interest, which no one wants to pay. Also, your accountant will hate their life while they try to organize multiple years of yours.

(Note that I am not providing any of the above as a tax advisor. I can’t do that, and you should not take advice from someone who considers “file your shit” an acceptable way of communicating.)

I’m not entirely sure where I thought this post was going, or what I wanted to convey, other than the fact that busy season is coming to a close and I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I will be thrilled to get my evenings and Saturdays back, because I put on some honeymoon weight (that I haven’t quite managed to shed. (Side note – did you know alcohol isn’t calorie-free? I always thought the antioxidants in wine meant it was healthy and therefore would not cause weight-gain. What an unjust world.) and need to get back into regular gym sessions.   This Saturday will be the last one I have to spend at the office for a whole 8 months, and I am stoked!

Hope everyone else is having a great Tuesday (and that you’ve already filed your taxes)!

Grumpy Cat