Chaos Digitized

The tax life chose me. Well,  I guess that's not entirely true.  That said,  my circuitous career path all started with me enjoying the process of completing my own 1040s. There was something special about the way things just kind of fell into place on the tax return.  Yeah,  there's something wrong with me. I clinched my first bookkeeping job when I told my interviewers that I loved doing my tax return.  I got the interview itself by putting my little bits of commercial photography on my resume*. That set me on the path to become a bookkeeper. I finally decided to go back to school when I hit my upper limit at my next job.  Left there just before graduation° and on to my first job in tax. It's stressful this time of year - duh.  But I can't even watch sports on tv without thinking about the tax implications of where they play the game, and so on.  Every time I get stressed and start thinking,  hey, why don't I go to clown school an...

So y'all are aware, from a couple of my posts at least, that I'm a CPA. That, of course,  means that things are hopping at my firm lately. So I'm blogging while watching "The Big Game" and its attendant commercials. (Big fail, dodge. Biiiiig fail.) As a blogger/writer, I'm falling down on the job. I know it. I'm not writing anything new outside of angry poetry about relationships and tax. It's February and I'm writing my first blog post of the year. For that, I'm truly sorry. As a CPA that also happens to be a mom, the reality of tax season is that I'm not around a lot of the time.  I'm just not. But I make up for it in the summer.  Or so the theory goes.  Pretty good gig,  right? But because my kid needs me and H is kind of a dick, I'm falling down on the job job... the one that pays the bills.  The one that brings home more than double his.  The one that pays for his "gifts to himself." So ... I'm torn in three ...