|First day selfie|
So it seemed perfectly natural to raise my hand when my CPA husband started to look for part-time tax season help at his office.
"Oh! Me! Pick me!" I waved my hand like a third-grader who knows the capital of Peru. "I can do it, and then you wouldn't have to pay someone else!"
It made perfect sense to me. My current "real" job is flexible and except for a few set hours, can be done at times I choose. I would just choose hours that weren't in the three afternoons each week Husband needs help, and put that income aside for the bathroom remodel I'm fantasizing about.
In my enthusiasm, I may not have noticed Husband turning a little pale at this offer. I mean, what husband doesn't want his wife invading his professional space, commandeering the thermostat and ruthlessly pruning the philodendrens? The fact that we can't write a Christmas letter together without me having a tantrum is completely irrelevant. But he agreed to a try-out, with the caveat that if it didn't work out we were still going to remain married.
Last week I had my first week on the job and thus far I have learned several things:
- The government requires a lot of forms. I mean, really a lot.
- Printer settings matter. (An entire tax form printed out on a label maker is a fascinating artifact, though.)
- Transferring phone calls is haaaaaaard.
- Some people find beauty in leggy philodendrons, and do not appreciate the tidiness of a well-trimmed plant.
- And finally, every person I tell about my employment situation will make a "joke" that includes a reference to sleeping with the boss. Every. Single. One.
But also, I've found that my guy not only is a really good accountant, he's also a thoughtful and patient boss who laughs when I print a document on the label maker and has used the phrase "It's okay--they'll call back" without irritation. Thoughtful and patient are excellent qualities in a boss. Also, he's exceptionally cute.
Maybe next year we can try another Christmas letter.