Hopefully this is the right place for this...
So, I keep finding things at work that I'm f**cking up on. The most major one so far is that I didn't file last year's corporate taxes for both businesses. That's it. Period. End of sentence. Not late, just weren't filed.
!!!??!?!!
It took me forever to figure out why too. Like, a week a searching through emails, calanders, files, everything! One Friday (10 mths ago or so) I received them in from the tax accountants that go over the work that I do since I'm not licensed (and hate signing my life away). They were supposed to go home with the president to sign and bring back Monday to have sent out. I was having a colonoscopy Monday, which ment that my other accounting lady would've sent them out. Or even waited for me to get back on Tuesday.
I never sent them home to be signed by the President. Didn't ever put another thought into them for the 10 months to follow. F**king seriously?! Awesome.
Well, this just seems to be the most expensive f**k up lately. Some $4K in penalties. Hopefully they accept my abaitment request. I sure don't have the money, nor do I feel like looking for another job w/ the same pay and health insurance.
So the moral here, I guess, is that lately I'm in what I consider remission.... well, I've come to realize how much my diseases are/were/is screwing with my head. If not them, then the meds. I just hate the thought of losing my capabilities. Be it in my performance, skills, focus, anything! I've always been able to keep working since I have a bathroom in my office, keys to open and close, and can work as long and late as I need to to get sh*t done (no kids). Pay me salary, and I'll get it done. No matter, this might be claiming the rest of it from me. Maybe not now, but even at times partially. Or sometimes. Or what, am I not going to know when?! Am I now officially unreliable?! I take pride in my work. Don't take that away from me. Take the salads, but not my work.
Sorry for the language, btw. Just frustrated. Not even angry really, which breaks my heart. I enjoy anger over anguish or sadness.
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So, I keep finding things at work that I'm f**cking up on. The most major one so far is that I didn't file last year's corporate taxes for both businesses. That's it. Period. End of sentence. Not late, just weren't filed.
!!!??!?!!
It took me forever to figure out why too. Like, a week a searching through emails, calanders, files, everything! One Friday (10 mths ago or so) I received them in from the tax accountants that go over the work that I do since I'm not licensed (and hate signing my life away). They were supposed to go home with the president to sign and bring back Monday to have sent out. I was having a colonoscopy Monday, which ment that my other accounting lady would've sent them out. Or even waited for me to get back on Tuesday.
I never sent them home to be signed by the President. Didn't ever put another thought into them for the 10 months to follow. F**king seriously?! Awesome.
Well, this just seems to be the most expensive f**k up lately. Some $4K in penalties. Hopefully they accept my abaitment request. I sure don't have the money, nor do I feel like looking for another job w/ the same pay and health insurance.
So the moral here, I guess, is that lately I'm in what I consider remission.... well, I've come to realize how much my diseases are/were/is screwing with my head. If not them, then the meds. I just hate the thought of losing my capabilities. Be it in my performance, skills, focus, anything! I've always been able to keep working since I have a bathroom in my office, keys to open and close, and can work as long and late as I need to to get sh*t done (no kids). Pay me salary, and I'll get it done. No matter, this might be claiming the rest of it from me. Maybe not now, but even at times partially. Or sometimes. Or what, am I not going to know when?! Am I now officially unreliable?! I take pride in my work. Don't take that away from me. Take the salads, but not my work.
Sorry for the language, btw. Just frustrated. Not even angry really, which breaks my heart. I enjoy anger over anguish or sadness.
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