TGIF

“Today is Friday! Today is Friday!

By Cherie Rash Carrabba

I don’t know why that song hung in my head this morning, but I have repeated it over and over.  

Yesterday was a fiasco. I am busy working on premium checks when my accountant calls.  (I just dread seeing his phone number come up because I know I have a problem.)  He wanted to know why I had not responded to his email. “What email?” I replied. “The one I sent to you last Friday,” he said with that tone in his voice that I hate.

“I have not gotten an email.” I said.  “Cherie?” he asked in a way that reminded me of my mother.

“Ok. I really haven’t received the email, but I haven’t really looked closely at my email this week. I have been working on premium checks for the Bonanza, and the magazine goes to press next week and……” I tried to explain.

“Well the federal government rolls on whether you are in deadline or not, and I would think that you could have someone else write those premium checks.” he said. Before I could reply he told me that he needed all the tax data for John Ben’s estate and Randy’s estate by Monday.

“This coming Monday?” I asked.  “Yes, this coming Monday,” the Nazi replied.  “I have to have that data, and you have had since last February to get it to me.”

I explained to him that I hate all that stuff and that I am a deadline person to which he said, “Good, Monday is your deadline.”  With that he hung up.

I know that I am exasperating, but trying to get that stuff together between Thursday and Monday seems to me to be of the same magnitude that the people in Los Alamos faced when they were trying to make the atomic bomb.  So, since mid-afternoon yesterday, I have been wildly searching for my hard copy data as well as frantically calling our bookkeeper for help.  She wasn’t much easier on me than Mike.

“I turn 80 next week.  You never do anything until the last minute, and I plan on leaving on vacation Monday,” Melba said.  “That is perfect!” I said. I have to have it to Mike by Monday. Why don’t we start bright and early in the morning and plan on working on Saturday?”

I then pulled a Mike stunt and hung up because I didn’t want to hear her reply.

So wish me luck this weekend. I hate tax time!