March 29th, 2020

work

Sunday in the tax mines

I only got six hours of sleep, but it was a very good six hours of sleep in a king-sized bed. Blood sugar was a little high this morning, but not dismayingly so, so I shot up some insulin, packed up my stuff, and headed out to the nearby Carl's Jr. for biscuits and a large Diet Coke.

Traffic was very light on the way back to Las Vegas, and I got to the office at 0945. Going to twiddle my thumbs and hydrate for the next hour or so, I think.

Despite being just eleven clients shy of last year, I am over $700 in the hole on commission and don't actually expect to get a bonus check this year. What hurt me was all the overtime in February and March, and the near complete lack of clients in March. I'm unsure if the coming of the Trump stimulus will spark more people dropping off stuff; I do know that under the current rules, we're going to lose people who used to walk in, pay for their returns, and have done with it. I'm hoping Corporate adopts my suggestion that we let clients who have Emerald Cards from last year use them to receive their refunds, which would help, but I'm not optimistic. As I noted last night, things change on an almost weekly basis, which I find unsettling and aggravating, but there's nothing I can do about it except keep banging the forms together.