Big Leather Couch

yeah yeah yeah...yesterday was Tax Day...when we all become subservient grovelers and kneel in front of the symbol of the IRS and supplicate before it. The symbol of the IRS? A big 'ole BUTT...yup, if you have ever had to deal directly with these government officials, you would know that the only way to survive is by kissing some butt.

But you know what? I did not give a crap. HECK-A-DOODLE NO! Why is that you ask? Well, my taxes were done in February and I have already spent my meager return by paying some bills.

So, I figure if I stay away from the post office, I should not have to deal with a financial butt-kissing yesterday.

WRONG!

The first quarter just ended and my company pushed us hard the last two days to bill our client as much as we could. This became a jousting match as they were asking me to bill stuff that had not been completed yet and I pushed back. I won on most, but lost on some and yesterday was a brain-hemorrhaging day of 9+ hours calling for vendor bills and then invoicing the client.

I am going to lie down and relax and hope that the sun is shining tomorrow and the ache in my shoulders has gone away.

You listen to what can only be the theme song of April 15th here in the US.

See y'all tomorrow...