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Faux Spring
Mar. 12th, 2026 07:06 am
Sara Crewe is my spirit animal at the Middletown Schlock office.
Yesterday, one of my clients, an incredibly handsome man—another prison guard!—wanted his 2024 taxes done, but nobody told me he wanted his 2024 taxes done; in fact, Leslie, the dour & humorless assistant manager, actually scanned his tax documents into the 2025 folder.
I started a 2025 return.
And it wasn't until I picked up his W2 and noted that it had been issued in 2024 that I realized the mistake.
I abandoned the 2025 return and completed the 2024 return.
But there was no way for me to delete the 2025 return.
And Leslie made an error and processed his payment for the 2025 return.
Somehow this became my mistake!
Oh, the Leslie grumbles & side-eye!
Means to an end! Means to an end! I kept reminding myself.
I mean, who gives a shit what these people think? It's not as though they impinge upon my real life in the slightest. Schlock is not going to fire me; they need the asses in the seats. And I want the $$$$$!
T-34 days.
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Also yesterday I had this muy disturbing neurological symptom.
My hands began to shake as soon as I arrived at that office.
I have what neurologists describe as an idiopathic tremor. My mother had it, too. Much of the time, my hands shake a little. Generally, the mild tremor does not interfere with anything else I'm doing (like typing or keying in data), but yesterday my hands were actually fluttering as though I was conducting an invisible orchestra.
I actually had to turn my first client of the day over to one of the other preparers and race off to the closest cannabis dispensary. Cannabis calms tremors. I prefer not to use it if I have to do mental acrobatics, but you know, you gotta do what you gotta do, and it worked to steady my hands so I could do my four other clients of the day.
But clearly, my body does not like going into that office.
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The last few days have been an eerie faux spring. On Tuesday, temps actually hit 80!
I had the day partly off because I had a doctor's appointment in the afternoon. My doctor is still across the river because who wants to deal with finding a new primary care physician, right? So, I drove over to Hyde Park and after the appointment, I took off for my old tromping grounds, the Vanderbilt gardens:
Felt strange to see all those bare trees & fallow flower beds when the temperature and humidity were signaling high summer.
Plus, the Goddess of the Cell Phone was still surrounded by snow:
I came across four women sitting on a bench in the woods. And they were such a charming sight, I asked to take their portrait:
We all ended up chatting for half an hour. My new best friends!
And honestly, we could have been best friends.
Except we're not.
