Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Grouchy overworked middle-age man CPA

Yesterday was a long and demanding day at the office. I arrived at 6:30 a.m. and left at 8:30 p.m., a 14 hour marathon work session with the only breather from the funk of my office being a quick run to my car to grab a bottle of water stored in the trunk. At the end of a long day, I spent a few moments to quickly compose this blogflection, yearning for a gym workout, some outdoor fresh air and a good joke to bring out a desparately needed belly laugh. None was to be found.

I did manage a 5:15 a.m. 10 minute workout in my basement at home, followed by another 2 minutes in my office at 6:15 a.m. consisting of 100 skips with the jump rope and 25 pushups on my knuckles. That was the best I could do.

I found myself forcing the work at various times rather than going with its flow, and being wrongly agitated about this and that throughout the day. I was not the most pleasant person to be around. There’s nothing worse than being in the same room during tax season with a grouchy overworked middle-age man CPA.

Pax Domini sit semper vobiscum


Charles Long said...

How many grouchy middle age man CPA's does it take to change a light bulb?

pierini said...

That's an easy question Charles - two! One to beat the burned out light bulb with a sledge hammer and the other to screw in the replacement bulb while yelling at the other for making so much noise.

Charles Long said...

I'm glad you knew the answer. I've been racking my brain all day for a good punch line but didn't come with anything very clever.