And I thought Monday sucked. IT WAS JUST THE OPENING ACT FOR MY TUESDAY!

Bah humbug!

You know it is going to be a poop filled day when you have talked with an attorney prior to 8:00 AM. (And you aren't married to or living with an attorney).

You know there isn't much hope for the day when you have left a message telling a consultant that he is terminated by 8:30 AM. (O.K. he really offended me by wanting to refer me to a friend and when I refused he told me maybe he could "squeeze me in". Where is the comfort level there?)

Yesterday was spent trying to reconstruct payroll for a client during a pay period prior to me doing the reporting. Your old scrooge uncle (Sam) had sent a notice that there was a $25.89 shortfall in the payroll tax deposits. Now with penalty and interest they want $577.00. I began at seven in the morning and did not take a break from my keyboard or the excel spreadsheets I was building until after two in the afternoon. Try as I might I could not duplicate the payroll reporting of the client or of your uncle. I could get within $25.00 of the client, within $4.00 of your uncle. As close as I could figure this client realistically owes $33.00. I volleyed and now it is in your uncle's court. I sent his papers with notes and dates and now we will find out how much common sense he has.

I completed (or rested) my case just in time to argue with Kat about whether or not she was going to share her after school snack. I think I will have more luck with your uncle in the paragraph above.

Every time I think I am almost out of a job something else comes in. A former co-worker called me asking if I could provide him with copies of his pay settlements for three months in the fall of 2005. This person was the biggest pain in "where your uncle sits down" that you can imagine! He was constantly crossways with other truck drivers and forklift operators. He would park in the yard and then throw the load straps across the parking lot instead of putting them on his trailer. He decided early on that he wanted to work from six-thirty in the morning until three or three thirty in the afternoon and "by golly" everyone else was responsible for making that happen. When you work with machinery, fluctuations in scheduling are going to occur, and they did, which really miffed this man. Just after January 1, 2006 he missed his turn at the interstate and had an accident. DPS would not release him with the truck so the office in Roscoe sent personnel to retrieve both this man and his truck. Turns out he had had a stroke. This co-worker had lost a leg just a couple of years ago, he is a life long bachelor who lived with his mother until she moved to a nursing home and ultimately died, at one time he was a contract carrier who owned his own equipment and lost it. He is a bitter bitter man. My first reaction was "Oh so now you need something", but I refrained. This man had gone to the Roscoe office in February to see what was involved in being re-qualified to drive and while he was sitting there, had another stroke. Despite employees trying to keep him there he left, headed home. The employees called the sheriff's department and they found him "in route" changing a flat tire. After visiting with him they decided to take him to the hospital for evaluation, he was admitted and while he was in the hospital had a series of several more strokes. He is probably lucky to be alive. The state of Texas revoked his commercial license which ultimately revoked his ability to earn a living. The reports he is wanting are for SSI and Medicare qualification. More than likely these reports are in the trash can at the table where he endorsed his pay checks at his bank because every check was accompanied with a settlement, and more than likely his W-2 for 2005 is in a stack of unopened mail at his home. Krl and I will wade through multiple reams of paper and copy and rebuild what he is in need of. "Cuz we are that kind of people".

We got our first graduation announcement yesterday. Kyle Patrick Henry! I was impressed! His penmanship is excellent! I suppose if all of Robyn's credits transferred she will graduate as well. That will leave only two nephews to go. The entire family is getting old.

A portion of today was spent trying to make arrangements for the company to be reimbursed. During the harvest season one of the forklifts at the storage facility either dropped or pushed a bale off and it landed on the truck. Just last week the truck came from the body shop. Krl drove me to pick it up and she had to pay it out. Now it is the guilty party's turn to pay.

Believe it or not, this morning early, I had blogged only to have blogger do it's thing and poop it into cyberspace. Try as I might I could not recover any of the post. I told you what today was going to be like!

You be the real deal!

FATHER, how great YOU are!