I've said za on better journals than this.

First of all: the Marita icon neemarita made for me rocks, and reminds me how much I lurrrve The X-Files. Woot! Alex + Marita 4Eva!

*ahem*

Work is pretty much a complete clusterfuck. My boss was out sick all last week, and EVERYONE ELSE was out somewhere on Thursday and Friday. So, I got to deal with a bunch of super-fun calls from (rightfully) bitchy clients about how no one ever returns their calls, and all I could say was that there was actually no one there to return their calls, which put them in an even better mood, as I am sure you can all imagine. There is nothing someone likes to hear more, 19 days before their final extension is up, than that their CPA has been out of the office most of the week, and no, you don't know where, or why, or when he'll be back. Awesome. AWESOME.

The worst part is that I really, really want to be totally pissed at these people for yelling at me and shit, and I am mad that they choose to yell at ME, because I am just the receptionist and have no control over what my bosses do, but they really do have every right to be pissed off and yell at SOMEONE here (read: my bosses), because a lot of these people are getting letters and phone calls from the IRS, and they really have no clue what the status of their taxes are, or why they weren't done by, you know, APRIL 15th, or what they should tell the IRS, and no one will return their calls and TELL THEM. If the IRS was on my case, and my accountant was totally incommunicado about what the shit was happening with my stuff, and it was less than 20 days from the due date, I would be totally pissed too.

I have the same problem with some of the WKSS franchise owners. A good chunk of them--probably two-thirds, or so--are waiting on financial statements as far back as May 2003. Everyone else is missing at least one, but no more than six months of financial statements. Most of the people who haven't received financial statements in well over a year had all the paperwork we needed in order to complete them turned in looooooooong ago. And so they call and yell about how they neeeeeed their financial statements. And I get pissed at them for yelling at ME about it, 'cause I really can't do much to solve the problem, but on the other hand, they should have had their May 2003 financial statement in, like, June 2003. It doesn't help that a few of these guys really, really DO need their statements as soon as humanly possible, because they're either trying to sell their stores or get another loan, and all I can tell them is that they're not done and that my boss isn't even THERE to work on them? And even if they WERE done, her boss isn't there to approve them, so they couldn't have them anyway? WTF? That SUCKS.

However, to the people who turned in their stuff for the paperwork we needed for their 2003 tax returns and/or financial statements, like, a week ago, and are now calling and harassing me about when their shit will be done: FUCK OFF. You turned in your stuff last, you get your stuff done last. Take a Xanax and chill, because it is entirely your own fault at this point.

So. Yes. Anyway. I applied for another job. It's at an interior design shop way closer to my house than my current job, and it pays $9.50 an hour. Also, they look to not be entirely insane; a definite improvement over the other two jobs I've had.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

My boss asked me to come in early this morning so that she could show me how to do something new on QuickBooks before she went camping this evening. Except, she never came in today. Um. Whoops?

So, I'm kind of annoyed (I was up 'till 3am watching my new Homicide DVDs, and I got up early for no reason?!), but the fact that I'm listening to *NSYNC really, really loud and singing along like a spaz? Is pretty much making up for it. Woo! Although, I think I may have scarred the UPS guy for life with my rendition of "The Game is Over." Sorry, UPS guy!

Anyway, the plan is to cut out early, rent Resident Evil (Mmm... Milla) and Season 1 of The West Wing (because of my insane compulsion to see everything in order), and vegitate. Possibly, I will kidnap Kaity from her exciting life as an unemployed house-sitter and go to the Taste of Edmonds.

Fun fun!

Karena got all her graduation goodies in the mail today, and is now off to her prom (which is at EMP, which is kind of weird, but also fuckin' awesome) with Garrett. Aw. This is one of the times that I kind of wish I had finished out my time at Jackson. I obviously never went to graduation, and I was long gone by the time prom came around.

I've gotten over it though, because I am not the one who just spent two months worth of pay on prom stuff. Rest assured, I will be putting that money to good use when I officially begin The Summer of Fun next weekend. This weekend it's rainy and gross and I have a metric buttload of homework to catch up on, but beginning next weekend... oh yes. I will be taking the immortal words of Mike Kellerman ("Fun is my god, Frank. I worship fun, I live for fun, and when I die, I hope that I'm having fun.") to heart, and everything that I do will be fun, even the lamest and most boring things.

Making fun of the functionally retarded bitches at [local sub franchise that we do bookkeeping for, all of which are run by incompetent morons] with my coworkers will make filing and copying and data-entering all day fun. Cleaning the kitchen will be fun because I will be singing along with various cheesy pop groups with the windows open wide while I do it. I will make school fun by spouting off outlandish, insane theories during discussions, and defending them with an almost psychotic vigor, and by writing fluffy fanfic in my notebook when bored (hey, at least it will look like I'm taking notes).

In addition to making the daily routine fun, I'm also planning on:

• Going to the beach at least once every other week.
  
• Taking as many trips to Vancouver, Victoria, Long Beach, and even (guh) Moses Lake (hey, free lodging and pool? Insane scrabble games with grandma? Driving around that conservative, one WalMart town in the middle of nowhere blasting Eminem? FUN.) as I can.
  
• Going to Baltimore, Boston, and Maine if I can hack it.
  
• Going to Aquasox and Mariners games.
  
• Going to at least two matinees a week.
  
• Dragging as many people into this insanity with me as I can. This means you, Kaity and Lacey.
  
• Taking pictures of our ridiculous shenanigans and posting them on LJ.
  

But for now, I've got to get caught up on homework. And it will be FUN, dammit!

On a completely different note: ( My Alias husband meme results. Awwww yeah! )

Verdicts on:

• The Job: Everyone in the office rocks, and I can work in my socks so my shoes don't have to kill me. Right now it's pretty boring because it's tax season so all I do is make copies of each clients' 2003 tax documents, but once all that's over on the 15th I'm supposed to start learning QuickBooks and filing and doing invoices, so it WILL get better. Most importantly, I don't have to deal with customers. For that alone, I give it an A+.
  
  
• Spring Quarter: Chemistry will at least be interesting. I'm just glad to finally have a science class again, after the English nightmare that was last quarter. Precalc is... precalc. I rock it hardcore (especially my one true math love, the logarithm), but it's not my favorite thing in the world. World Mythology will be super fun, and it looks like my professor is going to make it even funner, as he is completely hilarious AT ALL TIMES. English 205, as I've mentioned before, will definitely be fun, even though it looks like I don't agree with most of the essays in the textbook (MST3K is offensive towards women? Okay...). If nothing else it will at least give me some new people to talk Alias and Angel with. Overall, it looks pretty good, and even when I get stressed out during midterms and finals, at least I can look back and be thankful that I will NEVER HAVE TO ANALYZE ANOTHER POEM EVER AGAIN.
  

Woot!