Or, what I want to remember about tax season:
1. 90.5--number of hours I've worked in the last 9 days, without a day off
2. 29.5--number of hours I worked April 14 and 15
3. 355--number of clients I worked with this year, plus a few more who did not have to file
4. 353--number of clients I really enjoyed working with this year
5. 34--number of years I've worked for H&R Block
6. 3 weeks--how old my youngest son was the day I started working for H&R Block
7. 26--how old I was the day I started working for H&R Block
8. 7--associates who worked directly for me this year
9. 7--number of associates who said this was their best year ever
10. 2--number of direct bosses I reported to
11. 2--number of direct bosses who really appreciated my efforts
12. 200%+--amount my office did over budget target
13. 500%--how happy I am we had such a record-breaking year and a happy office environment
14. 0--number of days until the next tax season for me
It's been a great run. I am one of those lucky people who found the perfect career fit--I could talk to many different people each day, help them with their tax and financial issues, teach my co-workers how to improve their skills and knowledge so they could help people too, and I know I made a difference in the lives of some of my clients, and some of my associates--because they took the time to tell me so. Sure, I'll be missed for a while but life goes on and others will surface to fill the gap. And I will miss my clients and my co-workers, but life goes on and I have quilts to make.
Here's a poem my father always kept on his dresser--it was the one thing of his I wanted when we cleaned out my parent's home. It's a yellowed piece of paper now, but one of my great treasures:
THE INDISPENSABLE MAN
Sometime when you're feeling important
Sometime when your ego's in bloom
Sometime when you take it for granted
You're the best qualified in the room;
Sometime when you feel that your going
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these humble instructions,
And see how they humble your soul.
Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up to the wrist,
Pull it out, and the hole that's remaining
Is a measure of how you'll be missed.
You can splash all you want when your enter,
You may stir up the waters galore;
But stop, and you'll find that in no time
It looks quite the same as before.
The moral in this quaint example
Is do just the best that you can;
Be proud of yourself, but remember
There's no indispensable man.