The End is Near

by Molly

Hello!  I apologize for the long absence.  I hate checking blogs everyday, only to see the exact same post over and over again.  I’m sure you do too.  Alas, I did not win the mega millions, so I have not yet converted to a professional blogger.  I’m still a professional tax accountant, and April 17th is just a few days away.  So bear with me.

This tax season, being my first ever, was incredibly exhausting (Surprise! Not all accountants do tax returns, in fact most don’t).   I’ve worked many hours, thrown a few private hissy fits, and feel as though I’ve finally just passed all of my finals.  While that is a great feeling, I really hoped I was done with that feeling after graduating almost 5 years ago.  I guess it is always a good idea to stay on your toes.  Now that I’m over the hump, I can’t help but look back and realize it wasn’t so bad.  Why is that always the case?   I can only imagine this is what tricks people into having multiple children.

To reward all of our hard work and dedication, my two very generous partners are flying the whole firm to Las Vegas  for most of next week.  We head straight from work on the 17th to the airport, and it is non stop fun until we return on the red-eye Thursday night.  And of course we get Friday off to sleep.  How cool is that?!

I’m so so so excited, as I’ve never been to Las Vegas.  You might be thinking “how is that possible?”  Allow me to defend myself:  I formerly had an acute fear of marrying someone random while intoxicated, and I hate gambling.  Those are both two very legit reasons to avoid the state of Nevada.  I also have very dry skin.  However, now that I am married, I have resolved the first (and most significant) problem, but I would still rather burn money than gamble.  The poor souls that witnessed me stomp away from the faux black jack table at my high school graduation party all know too well how I hate to lose.  And it was fake money.  This proves to be the main reason I have never  had the desire to plan a trip.  Well, that and the dry skin.  But a few days will be manageable on both accounts.

Now that I actually have time to start focusing on the trip (that is accountant talk for I just extended the rest of my returns), I have realized there is SO much more to do in Vegas than just gamble and leave your friend on the roof of your hotel.  Although I’m sure I will still make my rounds around the casino (hello, they serve free drinks), I am more focused on going to see shows, stalk the Kardashians, shop, lay out, and basically have just an awesome time not being at work.

Speaking of laying out, I almost booked a cabana for myself and a couple of co-workers at a nude pool.  That is what many hours of tax preparation will do to your eyesight.  It took my co-worker, Celeste, pointing out all of the women were topless on the website for me to realize it wasn’t just your average hotel pool.  I am just so easily blinded by talk of VIP treatments!  It really is a problem.  Not that I’m anti nudist, I just don’t think anybody needs my pasty white body blinding them after months of only flourescent lighting and late night take out food.  I’ll sacrifice the tan lines for the greater good of the people of Las Vegas.

So unfortunately, this all means I won’t be blogging much next week either.  BUT upon my return, you can expect many more bucket list items to be checked off the list.  What happens in Vegas, will most likely end up on this blog for the sake of your entertainment.

So will the note that I found lying near my car as I left work yesterday.  It turns out it was really intended for my co-worker, Georgia, but she just threw it on the ground.  Good for her.  I now have it hanging in my office for comedic purposes:

In case you can't tell, it says "The way you pulled in makes me wish your parents pulled out! Thanks Ass Hole!" Classy.

Really, who does that? I wish they knew just how hard we laughed over it.  Probably not the desired effect.