I took a little drive down Memory Lane this evening, en route from clarinet to karate class. My mission: Drop off some tax stuff at the Canadian Revenue Agency.
So at 6:15 this evening there I was, at the CRA building on Broadway.
Along with a lot of other people. Cars pulled up on the west side of the building and spat out envelope-wielding humanoids, who would promptly run to the mail slot and feed the April 30 Monster before running for dear life.
And one brave soul was sitting in his truck with a clipboard propped up on the steering wheel, finishing his tax return on location.
By the way, the Monster bites. It wanted the ring on My right hand and wouldn't let go. (rubs finger)
The 'Memory Lane' business? Oh, I used to work for accountants... For six years.
For those in the number-mangling profession, April 30 (or 04/15 in the States) is a bit like New Year's Eve. Only you have to work later, rather than getting out at 2:30 in the afternoon. Everyone -- Accountants, data entry technicians, secretarial staff -- works like a friggin' maniac to finish the tax returns brought in by last-minute stragglers. Once I was in the office past 9:00 at night, printing and collating the last couple of tax packages.
But then... After all is printed and signed and driven downtown and stuffed into the mouth of the Monster... It's party time, and not a moment too soon.
So if you encounter any ravening hordes of drunken accountants in your local bar tonight, tell them 'Hi' from me.