Last overtime

I worked twelve hours today, the last overtime I’m likely to work until next tax season—always presuming that I haven’t found a better job and am at the IRS for next year’s tax season.  In the last month, I’ve worked something like eighty or ninety hours of overtime.  Tomorrow I get to work only an eight-hour day (all other days this week have been twelve hours), and Saturday I WON’T HAVE TO WORK AT ALL for the first time in a month!

We had our release/recall meeting yesterday; I barely made the cutoff not to be released (clerks with an efficiency rating below 3.7 are to be released; mine is 3.8).  The first round of clerks will be released on Friday week, with a second round of furloughs (the one in which I expect to be let go) in the second half of June.

Some people in the next block left a flyer on our door, announcing they’re throwing a block party Saturday week to get to know their new neighbors.  Good for them, I say; I’d like to meet some of the people on our block myself.  After almost six years of living here, I suppose I ought to meet my neighbors.  They said about themselves:

“We’re the people in the fur pajamas picking up the newspaper.  At noon.  On a weekday.

Ours is home to a hairless cat that is sometimes friendly, sometimes not.

We live on the corner and are shy about showing our wicked sense of humor.

Our house has the coolest car out front.

We’re the renters that have a high-decibel throw-down any time UT plays football

We not only know the Dixie Chicks, we kinda agree with them

We work at Dell

We have two little kids

We’re the musicians

We have the most tats on the block

We drink Harp

We sit on the porch and relax

We don’t know anyone on this street”