Which of the many things I canít do anything about should I complain about first? Letís start with the weather, because not only was it bad today, but itís going to get worse. Itís never going to be as bad as the worst days anywhere but here, but that doesnít make a dark, drizzly day like this one any easier for me to take. I got a serious case of the blues. The gray sky blues. (I never get blue sky blues. Thereís no such thing.)
Iíd love to complain about government paperwork, but I wouldnít know where to start. This is the last day before the last day to file quarterly tax returns (not counting the weekend, which has days in it that shouldnít count even though Iím counting on them to get me caught up). Itís not that the forms are too complicated, but that they keep changing them. Every time I have Excel programmed to give me the right information, the government changes the definitions or redesigns the form, so that I have to figure it out from scratch all over again.
My biggest problem today, though, and the one that made the blues more intense, was the usual. I wasnít getting the kind of cooperation I needed from everyone else in the company. Iíve been asking for the kennelís sales tax figures since the first of the month. Now itís the end of the month, and I asked again today and got no response. Zero. Not a word, not a syllable.
So that means Iíll be stuck doing the sales tax return on Monday, which is not only Monday but also payroll day. Itís not as if I can never find enough to do on Monday. Now I get to squeeze one more task onto my crowded to-do list. And Iíll have to worry about it all weekend, not knowing if Iím going to get the figures I need, or if Iím going to have to ask again, and whether Iím going to get an answer when I do ask. Howís a guy who has sleep issues already supposed to relax and enjoy his days off when (a) nobody is cooperating, and (2) itís miserable and wet and dark?