Its been six months.
Six whole months.
I didn't thing I'd survive this long. Half a year seems like a really long time!
I don't think I've made many friends but that's not really something I was looking for any way.
I'd promised myself that I'd give the work my best shot. I figured maybe, just maybe I might like something. Six months and a tax deadline later, I know at least one thing for sure. Tax is way cooler than any audit.I like looking up stuff on my own or figuring what the act really wants to say. There's a certainty to tax that in some weird kind of way is vaguely comforting. I hate asking people around and new audits scare me slightly.I don't know what to do, who to ask, where to go.
Mumma used to constantly tell me that she can't imagine me spending all my days buried in files in front of a computer.But honestly, I don't mind it one bit. I like having my own desk and my own laptop.I like labelling files and sorting out papers.
But it also worries me that I might get too comfortable. And then not have enough guts to get out when I really want to.
Hopefully, by the end of the next 6 months I'll know exactly where I want to be.