Operation Graduation: T-Minus 51 Days

Sunday I finally got my aunts taxes finished up. Then I started in on another tax return. I got as far as I could with it before I needed more information. There was a health care statement that was missing. Little did I know I actually ended up having to file an amended return and get everything straightened out afterwards. I met John for dinner at Denny’s when he was allowed to go on break. I was glad that he had the time to see me, since I ended up falling asleep pretty directly after I got home. I got back up when he finally made it home and watched some Netflix with him before he was ready to go to bed. He’s been sick so I’ve been sleeping downstairs trying not to catch it for once. Hopefully sleeping in a separate space from him will help. John finally gave me an updated copy of his WWII schedule for this year and I’m hoping that I can actually get the chance to see him here and there during the summer. I know he’s going to be busy, but I’m hoping that for once I might not be that busy. I’m way too afraid to let myself think that I might actually have time to see him for once.

Monday I worked at the Lock Haven office for Jackson Hewitt from 10-7, so I didn’t have time to get much of anything else done. I got a little homework done, but no where near enough to even make a minor dent in what has been piling up.

Yesterday I got a few things taken care of. I gave John the final copy of his taxes to send it for the amendment. Then I had to receive a delivery of sandwiches for a Young Marine fundraiser. I found a return at the office yesterday morning that also caught me off guard a little bit. It had a check that was ready for pickup and no one had called the client in a literal month. At least if they did it hadn’t been properly logged on the folder. So I called him as soon as I could and the voice mail hadn’t been set up yet. I plan to try calling again in a day or so.

Today was terrible. Legitimately. I’ve been half crying or literally crying a majority of the day. I’ve been venting at John, trying not to fight with him, but things are getting increasingly more difficult the higher my stress level gets. I wish there was some way that we could just turn things back a few years before every part of our lives got so fucked. I would kill for him, but lately things are just different and I miss how things used to be. I know that there’s no way to undo the damage that I’ve caused or anything that he’s done, but I need things to change in some way…

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Operation Finish 2k16: Installment 3

My internship training started off being a little discouraging. There is just a lot of work that needs to be done. Today we all took the mid-term styled exam for the first half of the book. I managed to get a score high enough to pass for the exam. I just want the training to be over at this point. I don’t think that I’ll mind the job part of it that much. Going through the training on my own, as opposed to in a group, would be much more beneficial to the way that I learn. I guess it wouldn’t be as bad, but I have trouble following along the way that Miriam, my boss, is going over the information. She seems to be glossing over certain sections that we end up needing more detailed information from those sections and then we have to go double back and recap. I would be much better off if I could just take the extra time and read through the entire chapter.

Aside from that I have at least been getting along with my fellow interns fairly well. It was a little weird at first, but I think we’ve broken through most of the initial awkwardness. Them finding a local dead body upstairs definitely managed to bring us together as a group. Having that day in common gave us something to unite us together, even if it did come at the expense of some random woman. I mean what are the odds that she was found a few days after we started our internship considering she had been dead for, they believe, about a year and a half.

Still hasn’t been any progress with our pipes from what I can tell either. I know that John had some plans, but the holiday and the weather have been throwing a bit of a wrench into things. I just wish there was a way that I could magically fix all our plumbing issues and take some of the stress off of his current situation. I feel terrible, but I know that if I push him too hard he’s just going to implode. At the same time however, I can DYING to be able to shower in my own bathroom again. Hell, it’s been at least two months…and I can definitely say it’s starting to become increasingly frustrating by the day. I’m starting to get upset with John over it, although I know there isn’t much he can do at the moment, which is making me feel even worse about it…