The calendar is not bursting at the seams today.
The past month has been taxes, taxes and more taxes. A nonstop parade of W2's and itemitized deductions. People would walk in apprehensive and worried. By the time they left they were relieved and feeling on top of the world. (Well, most of them.)
But those days have abruptly dried up. There's two rushes in a tax season. First it's the people who know 100% they are getting a refund and they need it right now. And I mean right now. These are people who are going to call daily, if not hourly, if there is the slightest delay in the day they are expecting their money.
Those fair folk have come and gone. I'm certain the same goes for the money they received. Most of them had it spent before it even showed up. Hence the demanding phone calls.
There's going to be another rush which will start right after everyone sobers up after St. Patrick's Day. These will be the people who know 100% that they owe money and are putting off the news until the last moment. Not that the news is going change with waiting. Even if you file in January and you owe money, it's not due until April. Waiting to file is just torturing yourself.
Funny enough, the idea of a big push on the day before taxes are due is mostly a myth. Last year we had one appointment on that day and that was someone who had already filed an extension which actually made them six months ahead of the game.
So to get back today, there is nothing doing around here. Whenever the phone rings we all jump a mile. I've cleared out the inbox on my personal email and work email. I've caught up the scanning. I watered the plants and put in new paper towel. I swept. I played a whole bunch of Angry Birds.
And now I blogged.
Must be naptime.