I left the house after the kids went to sleep and.... came to the office. To work. At 11:00 at night.
I have about eleventy zillion things to do before the end of the month for taxes and whatnot. Closing out the old year is my least favorite part of my job. Ugh. So here I am.
And what am I doing?
I'm overwhelmed with the piles and piles on my desk. I don't even know where to begin. I guess, first, I should go get the mail. Pay the bills. Write checks. Bill the contract that BJ submitted the report on recently. Balance the checkbook. Balance the credit cards. Send this report to the state. Organize my pile o' crap for taxes.
No one works 3rd shift in this building. I scared the crap out of our cleaning people. They were more than a little bit surprised to see me.
You know what's funny? I've taken Accounting 101 twice. The first time I got a C, the second time I got a B. And what do I do? I'm a bookkeeper. I'm an extremely poor bookkeeper, in fact, who, almost six years into the job, still doesn't know what the hell she's doing.
What else is new? It seems like "don't know what the hell I'm doing" is my default setting, lately.
At least now that Claire's weaned, I can drink all the coffee I need to to stay conscious tomorrow.
Ok, mail... Gotta get the mail.