Thursday, April 17, 2014

Tax Season--by the Numbers

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:

                       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.
                                                                              Author Unknown
Let's Quilt!


  1. Good luck and many quilts to you, Barbara.

  2. Wise words! Enjoy this new chapter!
    SEW LONG!.......