February 15, 2010

Tuesday was the worst day in my 16 year career as a corporate tax accountant. I didn't leave for home until 9pm, I literally cried all the way home, and then curled up in the fetal position in bed and didn't eat dinner. I made a formula error in our year end tax calculations that my boss didn't catch in her review, and we both wondered if we were going to be fired. She got chewed out for it today, but it's now over. It is what it is . . . at least I still have a job (for now).