22 Days

I stepped out of the elevator at work this morning and was confronted by a big countdown paper sign that said “22 Days.”

Ah, yes… It’s now 22 days until Tax Season.

If you didn’t know that, well, then, like me, you’ve never worked in the tax business before. It’s like a whole other way to live, an entirely new seasonal model. “Christmas is in February” is my new mantra.

Things are balls-to-the-wall (tits to the wall? I like that expression much better) from now until February 20th.

And if I still have a job in May, it means I did well and we made money. If I don’t, we (and/or I) didn’t.

Tra-la.

1500 stores open January 2nd.

Wheeeee!

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